#Can have a sick animal and it's okay it's not your fault

[insanefemme]

Sometimes we all just need a bit of external validation

#My friend's dog is sick and I threw some ideas at her and then told her about times when my dogs were sick with something similar #And what worked for them but that we tried a lot of stuff first #Anyway and she was like she feels so much better knowing even an amazing owner like me (how sweet is she i don't think I'm that great) #Can have a sick animal and it's okay it's not your fault #So I told her that the fact that her dog is sick isn't a reflection of her as an owner and the fact that she's taking her dog #To see thw vet and now to see a specialist is actually what makes her an amaizng owner because she cares #And she told me she cried #And you know what #One tine I cried because I was buying vitamins/meds for my dog and the girl thought I had an elderly dog and I was like nah #She just got diagnosed woth something at 6 months so we've been managing it her whole life she's ypung and energetic just takes this stuff #So that we can keep her that way for as long as possible and she told me that that's amazing that most people don't do that #And that they just give up on their dogs #And i realized at that moment that wat seems like a given to me actually isnt #And it was nice to hear someone say that I'm a good owner cause I always think I'm normal or below average lol

[untaemedqueen]

Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 x Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Omega Abuse

A/N: This will be the only chapter posted to Tumblr. All future chapters can be found on Patreon~! See you there!

Chapter 1.

"You do not lock the goddamn doors in this fucking house."

The sentence was thick with a growl, one that if I was born correctly wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. Just hearing the sharp hit of his words, my insides clenched and coiled, dying to listen and make sure that he wouldn't be mad at me again.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, looking down at my bare toes that curled awkwardly under my gaze.

"You need to put on your scent blocker and try a little bit harder to fit in here. You're making all your brothers crazy with that fucking smell."

Swallowing thickly, I grabbed the bottle from him with a nod.

If my scent made my brothers crazy, they made me out of my fucking mind with sickness. Every one of them smells like acidic garbage with a hint of overpowering sweetness, y'know, like the way too fake soaps or body lotions you find in those hoity toity stores.

"You're a fucking Pangborn. Please act like it," my father grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the smell of my nervousness. "Jesus Christ. I can't believe your mother made you."

His words were a low blow but nothing I wasn't used to hearing now. Nothing any of the pack said got to me as bad as it used it.

Liar.

Okay, a lot of it hurt but I tried not to think of it all the time. It was my fault, really. I wasn't born right.

To be a Pangborn in Cypress City, you have to be an alpha. The Pangborns breed for one purpose and one purpose only, to give the city more alphas then they know what to do with.

Every Pangborn is expected to be a boy, to be an alpha and to take on the numerous betas that are practically beating down the door for them to be let in. So when I was born, disappointment was ripe in the air. It still is.

A small female omega with no qualities and no purpose.

I'm nothing.

Oh that's fun, what a great thought to have. Even if it hurts, it's true.

Since I was born I've been kept hidden like a secret. There's no fairytale here, there's no pack of alpha princes waiting at the bottom of my incredibly sterile, sad tower. There's no one that cares. Well, maybe Brady and MacKenzie but they pretend I don't exist half the time.

Looking down at the bottle of scent blocker, a sob threatened to well up in my throat.

"Weak omega bullshit." That's what my father would say.

It's so fucking annoying to be different. It's so painful. But the hope that one day I'd be accepted never ceased to creep into my thoughts.

So I sprayed the spray on even though it makes me feel sick.

I could smell him before my door opened. His alpha pheromones were bleeding throughout the long hallway that lead to my room.

He smelled of garbage, lemon juice and the slightest hint of boysenberry. Although the boysenberry is not his own smell. It's a betas.

"Oy!" MacKenzie booms, shoving open the door.

His bright red hair and forest green eyes searched the mostly barren room until he found me in the corner.

"He cornered you again?" he asked softly, stepping into the room like he's witnessing a hurt animal.

"It's okay!" I tried to beam a smile for him but it fell flat into some kind of grimace.

MacKenzie wasn't really my brother, he hailed from the Alban Pangborns so he's more like my very distant cousin but he's pack and that makes him my authority regardless. If he barked at me, I'd end up doing his bidding. Just like all my other brothers do. I'm grateful he doesn't do it but he still could nonetheless.

"You sprayed on the right amount," Kenz praised, giving me a small smile.

The praise made me want to preen, made me want to jump and shout for joy that I did something right but I kept it locked tight within me.

"You'll be pleased to know that your father and some of the others are going on a business trip soon. It'll just be some of us left in the house. You won't have to smell all this alpha shite around, you ken?"

His thick accent made me smile then. When he first came over from Alba I had not a fucking clue what he was talking about but now it almost feels like a secret language we speak.

"I ken," I nodded, setting the spray down on my dresser.

"Just wait a while to come down to get your dinner. The boys and I have been having a beta fucking feast," he wiggled his eyebrows and left the doorway without so much as a goodbye.

I wish I was a beta.

No, actually, I wished I was an alpha. I wished I was born an alpha so that I didn't have to be a disappointment and left out of everything.

Sitting down on my bed, I fluffed the uncomfortable comforter around me to no avail and since I know I'm alone I let out the most pitiful of whines. Whining wasn't allowed. My father told me that alphas hate whining more than anything.

Once I whined during dinner with the Landons and their alpha son looked like he wanted to tackle me from across the table. It was the one and only time I was able to go to dinner with my family. They never let me go again.

I apparently ruined their business merger dinner.

My family made a fuck ton of money. Too much money to count on your fingers, not that I'd ever see a cent. I wasn't worth a dollar to them. They own a vast majority of land across the globe, mostly farms or patches of free wilderness that people are begging to buy from them.

If only those vast patches of land would be able to buy me a soft comfortable comforter. This one is rough and itchy and I don't like it. I don't know much about being an omega but I do know that I don't like the blankets I own.

You see, omegas are rare. Like one in one hundred is an omega rare. Somewhere in history omegas just became a rarity and as such they're terribly hated.

Whenever I tried to ask the pack any questions they all shut me down with a growl and told me to go back to my room.

"Y/N!"

My father's bark was sharp and I tightened my terribly uncomfortable blanket over my shoulders at the noise.

If they are having a beta party downstairs I most certainly wouldn't be welcome to interrupt it. All the beta females that came into the house hated me. I tried to be friendly and smile, tried to make friends with other girls but they didn't want anything to do with me.

Probably feeding into the whole hate omega-kind thing, huh?

When my father shouted my name again, I had no choice but to get up. It was an alpha command now, filled with bite and fury.

If I saw one bare tit I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I'd been having these awful urges these past couple of months. It felt like something was boiling in my gut and itching beneath my skin, just begging to get out of me. What it was, I wasn't sure but it feels fucking awful and devastating just the same.

When I was starting to run a fever, my father would give me a few pills and lock me up in my room until the fever had passed and I was able to carry on with my chores.

My feet took me without thinking. The large home I lived in with the twelve others in the pack passed by in a blur. I tried not to look up from the wooden floorboards, I really didn't want to see anyone mating out in the open like I know my brothers loved to do.

I could hear the audible moans of the betas, probably in various states of undress all around me as I made my way to my father's office.

This had always been my home but I'd always felt like a stranger here. It's not just because my family wasn't welcoming, it just felt wrong. Nothing in this place is where it should be. The pictures on the cabin-like wooden walls weren't at all in the right order, the couches in the sitting room weren't staged properly, even the wood that goes into the fireplace smells horrendous.

Everything about this place made me feel sick.

That includes my father's office.

Once I stepped inside I was immediately smacked with pheromones, ones that made my stomach roll with nausea. I wonder if that's how everyone felt. I wonder if betas got nauseous with their families too.

My eyes scanned the room which was terribly out of order and then they caught on the one picture that sat on my father's desk.

It was her.

My mother. Whom of which I've never met. She was a beta that my father never bonded with but got pregnant anyway. He loved her…I think. But when she had me and I was an omega she was disappointed and left me here. She left me here alone. With these people.

Family.

She left me here with my family.

I hadn't realized I whined until my father cracked his hand down on his desk with a fierceness. "What did I say about that shit?!"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Not that she ever does, eh?" my brother Riley laughed, elbowing me in the ribs as he passed.

Riley was an interesting case of smells. There's the cedar which makes sense because he spends a lot of time outdoors, there's the sharpness of spearmint like a powerful gum that makes your nostrils burn and…boysenberry?

He and MacKenzie have been sharing again. Definitely not uncommon for those two.

"Close the doors. She's gonna scare all the betas away. I'm not waiting another round for Hunter to have an alpha son of his own."

"Keep the lineage alive." That's the pack motto. What a terrible fucking bumper sticker that would be.

I stood there, looking down at my toes as my father and Riley talked and laughed with one another. Probably forgetting I was even in the room. Which happens sometimes.

"Alright, little O?" Kenz cheered, entering the office.

"Don't call her that," my father snapped, finally remembering I was around.

MacKenzie held his hands up in a gesture to soothe any frayed nerves and he sat down with a groan on the couch closest to father's desk.

"Y/N," my father began, not even offering the kindness to look at me. "Your brothers and I are going on a business trip outside of the city. Some of your brothers, like MacKenzie, are staying back because they have a dinner meeting at the house while I'm away."

My head lifts in surprise. Will I be allowed to go?! Can I eat dinner with my brothers?!

"There's many alphas in the pack, we can kill two birds with one stone. This business meeting is incredibly important for us."

My smile was megawatt and I nodded instantly. "Sure, of course! I can–"

"You can," my father interrupted with a sneer. "Make sure you stay in your room, take your pills and keep your scent blocker applied when the Euphoria Pack comes to the meeting. This contract will be our biggest one so far and I will not have your omega bullshit fuck it up for the rest of us. Do you understand?"

The disappointment and sorrow that swirled through me almost knocked me off my feet. "Oh, I see… I understand."

"See that you do. I won't stand for losing this deal because you couldn't handle yourself."

God, I wanted to curl up and die. I'm so pitiful. What a fucking waste. I wish I was never born an omega.

Trying to bury whines and suffering hurt sometimes and in this instance it felt like a red hot poker was shoved down my throat.

"She stinks like sadness," Riley chuckled, shaking out his long brown hair and looking me over with disdain dripping from every pore.

"Lighten up, brother. She's only human," Kenz laughed, stepping in front of me and waving his hand behind his back.

Get out.

That's what he was telling me.

"Dinner will be brought up to you. If you're feeling hot then take your pills. We're leaving in the morning and we won't be back for a few weeks."

Oh, thank God, I could do without seeing my father and half of my brothers for weeks on end. Maybe finally I would be able to walk around without getting yelled at.

Three days of the freedom I thought I would be acquiring went by too fast. I'd been left with my brothers that were the easiest to deal with. Brady, Ronan, MacKenzie, Dash and Hunter were, of course, the easiest to deal with because they never nagged me and they were always too busy fucking betas to really give a shit what I was doing.

The house stunk of sex and carefree fun but more importantly it smelled of my freedom. I was able to go out in the garden to read, to sunbathe, to smell something that wasn't garbage. It was heavenly.

I'd seen flowers I've never seen before, ones that weren't there the last time I was in the gardens. Apparently Leticia, one of the pack chasers, suggested sprucing things up. When I suggested it to my father I got sent up to my room with no dinner and pills because I was acting 'out of order.' I'm a person not a goddamn machine. How could I possibly be out of order?

But now with the three days of freedom gone, I'm once again left up in my room without a single thing to do. Defiance curled in my bones and I narrowed my eyes at the white little pills on my bedside table.

My father wasn't here, he wouldn't know if I took them or not. I'd rather get a fever then take them and feel even sicker than before. Those pills made me nauseous and I felt like reality was so far out of touch that I'd never get back to it. I did end up spraying the scent blocker, though. Just one little spritz, just enough to save the visiting alphas downstairs from my monstrous odor.

They shouldn't be subjected to a disgusting omega. An embarrassment to the family.

The sprawling cabin estate was large before our eyes but it pales in comparison to the mansion we just created on the outskirts of the state.

"I don't like the smell," Jin murmured to us.

The smell was honestly horrific. These alphas seemed to stew in the scents of sex and their own pheromones. You could smell the female betas like they were throwing out a wide casting net to repulse everyone around them.

"Why the fuck did we agree to this?" Taehyung grumbled, folding his arms.

"Because although they're disgusting, they're rich as fuck and they have the land we need to start up the center," Namjoon replied evenly, fixing his tie.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the enlarged wooden cabin in front of us. That's exactly what it was: a large, gigantic wooden house. It would be almost comical if it wasn't very real.

"I don't even wanna touch the door," Hoseok hissed, taking to kicking the front door insead.

Even in this day and age everyone lives with the one soul purpose of finding their person, their omega but this pack didn't seem to care about finding one. Not with the way their lodgings smelled.

Now, of course, finding an omega that's right for your pack is like finding a unicorn or finding gold at the end of a rainbow but packs do it. Not all the time but enough to keep packs hopeful, at least.

Once the door swung open, a red headed alpha before us smiled widely. "Gents, welcome! The Pangborn Pack is happy to have you!"

Namjoon gave him his typical killer smile and the alpha seemed to relax at it. Our pack leader was all killer charm and easy going… until you fuck with his pack.

The seven of us have only had each other for quite a few years now and our family depends on one another more than most.

"Thank you for having us," Jimin smiled, stepping into the home first.

His eyes bounced around the interior before nodding. Once I stepped into the entryway behind him, the need to look at the inside faded. In the air, apart from the alpha scents were the scents of dinner and something so deliciously sweet that it made my mouth water.

Fuck! What is that smell?!

"Made us dessert?" Namjoon inquired with a laugh.

So he can smell that too.

The scent was warm and sugary like a fresh out of the oven sugar cookie with vanilla ice cream slowly melting on top.

Why the fuck was I about to nut over dessert?

Casting my eyes to Taehyung, I could see him tugging at the collar of his expensive dress shirt.

It was getting increasingly hot in here, that I could guarantee.

The scent was so thick and practically viscous I could feel it wrapping around my cock and tugging sensuously. My knot was two seconds from expanding and the desire to rut until I was sated was pressing indecently on my brain.

"No dessert here, lads. The betas can barely cook a steak without it burning! We ordered out for dinner tonight! Dinnae ken billionaires like you would be opposed to that, eh?"

"Dinnae ken means didn't think," another alpha offered, slipping in beside the redhead. His hair was long and brown, shaggy even with a boyish smile that could probably charm anyone he laid his eyes on.

"That sounds great," Jin replied, unbuttoning his suit jacket and cracking his neck.

Whatever that fucking scent is, it has us all by the balls.

Namjoon gripped his hand into a fist, eyes glazing over all of us. "To the dining room, then?"

"Getting right down to business! I love that! We have betas to look after anyway," Red chortled, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

When the group of us moved with the two other alphas, my heart started to hammer as the smell became stronger.

I tried to temper my growl that wormed its way up my throat but Joon caught it. "I don't know what it is but fuck, I want it so bad," he agreed.

"Alright there, lads?"

"Just have to use the restroom. Would you mind sending me in the right direction?" I inquired, needing to find the words through a thick haze of want.

"Bathroom on the first floor is occupied for the betas. Second floor up that staircase there," Red pointed to the staircase from where the scent is strongest. "Fifth door on the right."

With a nod, I set off trying not to falter and stumble from the exquisite smell.

"We'll be waiting in the dining room. The pack is excited to make this merger," the brown haired man smiled.

Once they were out of sight I took the stairs two at a time, eyes searching for any indication of where the scent came from.

I let my senses guide me. Following the smell took me past the bathroom and past any rooms that smelt of the alphas. Stopping at the end of the hallway, the door before me was completely different from the others. It was metal, almost sterile in a sense. But the scent was there, it was so heady and present that my cock stood to attention.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, shoving open the door and barreling up the stairs.

The hallway I rushed down was bare of anything home-y and it looks like some sort of clinical hospital ward.

The door at the other end suddenly opened in a flourish and the sweetest little thing I'd ever seen stepped out with curious, glazed eyes.

"Omega," I groaned long and low, stepping toward her.

She was the maddening scent. She was what my pack was going crazy over.

"Oh! I'm so… I've never–" the sweet thing whispered, looking me over with hunger.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

"Why do you smell so good?" she whimpered, lifting a hand as if she wanted to touch me.

Please fucking touch me. Holy shit, I was going out of my fucking mind from this perfect little thing.

"What do I smell like, sweetness?" I inquired, stepping closer.

"Like warm hot chocolate and marshmallows. Not like garbage at all!" she gasped, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

A laugh tumbled past my lips. What an innocent creature.

"Does everyone smell like garbage to you, sweetness?"

"I just want to…" she groaned, a whimper slipping past her lips.

A purr started in my chest, rattling my bones with how thick and heavy it was. Oh fuck, I'd never purred for anyone before.

"What do you want?" I asked softly, holding my hands up to show her I mean no harm.

She gripped my wrist with a dainty hand probably thinking it had a fierceness she didn't embody. She lifted my hand to her soft cheek and my purr started up once more.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, not taking her eyes off mine. "I know omegas are disgusting. I shouldn't bother you."

The sweet purr she pulled from me turned to a growl in an instant. "You could never be disgusting. Omegas are precious. Didn't your alphas teach you that?"

She stared up at me, eyes starting to brim with tears.

Oh my God, she was everything I could have ever wanted. My pants were so fucking tight, my heart feels like it was gonna combust and I'm pretty damn sure I just met my fucking mate.

"They're not really my alphas," she whispered softly, keeping my wrist close to her nose.

I wanted to take this gorgeous woman and lock her away where no one but the pack can find her. Holy shit, my brain was turning to fucking mush.

"What are they then if not your alphas?" I asked, stepping closer.

When my chest brushed against hers, she perfumed the air for me and another purr ripped from my chest like it was an instrument being played purely for her.

"Brothers, father," she mumbled, lost in a haze of our own making.

"So you don't have a pack of your own, sweetness?" I whispered, coursing my thumb over her cheek.

"No one would want me. I'm useless," the omega replied so softly I might not have heard her if not for her keeping my attention ensnared.

"I highly doubt that, pretty girl. What's your name?"

"Y/N…"

Beautiful.

"I'm Jeongguk. It's nice to meet you, sweetness."

"I can't take it. I can't take it. I can't take it!" Jimin chanted, rushing into the hallway.

The omegas gasp was loud and frightened for only a moment until she laid eyes on the other alpha. I purred for her, watching her instantly relax at the noise.

"This is Jimin. He's a part of my pack. The Euphoria Pack."

"Oh no, I've…I've ruined dinner. My father will be so upset with me," she groaned, sounding not as upset as she probably would be if I wasn't purring up a fucking storm.

"Scent sympathetic. I thought it was like a fucking myth for people like us," Jimin laughed, stepping up beside me.

He didn't seem jealous or upset at all that my hands were on her. We've never tried for an omega, not really. Unfortunately, most omegas wanted us for our money and not for the connection. Not to mention most of the omegas we met smelled so cloyingly sweet that it gave us headaches for weeks. Most omegas wanted just some of us but not all of us and that doesn't bode well for a pack.

"You smell like calming tea and blueberries," Y/N breathed, blinking up at him.

"And you smell like a yummy dessert, sweetheart. How's such a pretty omega like you hidden up here away from everything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just an omega," she whimpered, looking between us.

"'Just an omega'? Don't you know your worth, pretty girl?" I scoffed, tilting my head.

She opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it and furrow her eyebrows.

"I want to introduce her to the pack. I think this is it. I think we found our girl," Jimin beamed at me, allowing her to pull him closer.

She seemed to be a needy little thing. One we certainly wouldn't mind doting on. She also seemed completely out of touch with reality and it wasn't just because she was obsessed with our scents.

"Do you have a nest, sweetness? Would you care to show us?"

A nest is very sacred to omegas, it's one of the only places they can find comfort during heats and in times of stress. It was incredibly forward for me to ask but I wanted to know what she liked. I knew my hopes might be high but I wanted to set up the nest in the new mansion how she would like it. Because she was mine. She was ours. She belonged with us.

"I– What's a nest?" Y/N asked, eyebrows pinching innocently.

"Do not fucking tell me you're kept in the dark up here," Jimin growled deeply, his scent turning acidic.

Instead of turning tail and running, she started to… climb him?

She climbed him like a fucking tree. And the good looking bastard was all for it.

One arm snaked around her waist to keep her up and the other ran up and down her back in soothing motions.

She nuzzled his cheek and neck, whimpering and begging for his scent to be all over her.

"Good girl," Jimin cooed, purring for her. "Take what you want, sweetheart. We'll gladly give it."

There were rules to getting an omega, courting before mating and making sure your omega was happy and well looked after. In some cities omegas even went to Help Centers to find their perfect pack but Cypress City had no such thing. That was what we were trying to change. That was why we needed this deal with this pack.

"I don't know what's happening! I'm so sorry! I just feel so…"

"Overwhelmed?" Jimin offered, pulling back to look at her.

She nodded, whimpering and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

"We need to talk to the pack," I told him, pressing my chest to her back and purring. I drifted the back of my hand over her bare arm and she seemed to thrive on not only praise but physical affection.

"I can't leave her," Jimin hissed over her shoulder, hugging her tighter at the thought of having to part.

"I don't want you to go! Please! I'm so tired of being alone! Please don't go!" she sobbed into his neck.

A growl ripped from my chest at her sadness and I was storming off before I even knew what was happening.

She's mine. She's mine. She's mine.

"Guk!" Jimin called but I was already barreling down the stairs with a fierceness building in my chest.

They kept that precious omega in a sterile fucking ward like she was some sort of disease. She didn't even know what a nest was! It was a disgrace! She'd been abused without even understanding anything!

She's mine!

If one more sob of hers entered my ears, I thought I might burn their oversized camp cabin down and dance on the embers.

Shoving open the dining room doors, I glowered at the pack that sat high and mighty at the end of the long dining room table. Once they saw me and smelled me, they all stood.

"Been wandering around our home, have you?" Red asked with the tilt of his head.

"Stupid girl can't do anything but get herself in trouble!" one of them sneered.

The insult made a growl rip from my throat and they all stared long and hard at me. I wouldn't stand for this. I couldn't stand for this.

"She doesn't even know what a fucking nest is. How dare you all treat an omega like this! This is abuse!" I boomed, widening my eyes at them.

My packs jaws fell open in shock and suddenly they were standing to surround me, to have my back.

"She's scent sympathetic with us," Jimin assured, entering the room with her still cradled to him.

I was happy she liked him. He's far more easy going and carefree then most of us and she'd enjoy his company.

My pack stepped toward her and she cried sweetly at all of their scents. They purred for her and my heart expanded. No one was left out and she locked eyes with all of them. She jumped ship from Jimin to Namjoon and he nuzzled her hair. He wrapped her legs around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Would you like to leave this place, pet?" he inquired.

“She'll do no such thing!" Red boomed.

When she whimpered at the alpha bite, we growled in defiance.

"You think your bark is bad? Mine was given to me by the devil. If I have to force you to obey, I fucking will. It's the omegas choice. You can't keep her here like a fucking prisoner!" Joon boomed.

"She's not a part of the deal," one of the Pangborn's hissed through his teeth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she gasped repeatedly, trying to set herself down.

"Do you want to get down, pet?" Namjoon asked, tilting her jaw to look up at him.

She reluctantly shook her head, burying her face back into his neck.

Oh fuck, she's so perfect and sweet.

"Then you stay exactly where you are," the pack leader whispered, giving her his wrist to be able to tilt his head and glower at the Pangborn pack.

"You expect me to pay? For a person?! Are you out of your small alpha minds?" Namjoon bit out, sneering at her brothers.

"MacKenzie… Dad is gonna flip," one of them breathed.

"I'm tired of always having to sneak Juliet around. Just be rid of her. Omegas are nothing but trouble."

Hoseok growled so loudly, something he never does, that it almost made my chest rattle.

"I know you don't know us very well," Seokjin breathed slowly as the other pack continued to argue. "But if you feel safe with us we'd like to take you somewhere you can be yourself and be happy. How does that sound, princess? You deserve much better than this shithole."

"I won't feel sick?" she inquired, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Oh, she's killing me here.

"Do you feel sick in this house?" Yoongi growled, narrowing his eyes at the other pack.

Her nod was slow and sad.

"I'm getting her out of here. Now!" Namjoon boomed, pressing her face into the scent gland of his neck.

She seemed to love being held. We could do that for her. We could give her anything and everything she wants. We could be good for her.

"Give us a million!" Red or MacKenzie called back but Namjoon was already heading for the door.

"Get fucked!" our pack leader growled.

"Wh-Where are we going?" Y/N asked, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"Home, sweetness," I promised. "We're going home."

#ABO #Finding My Pack #Chapter 1 #Chap 1 #Omegaverse #ot7 x reader #alpha!ot7 #omega!fmc #omega!reader #jeongguk #jungkook #fic #bts fic #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #jimin #hoseok #taehyung

[swifty-fox]

What Comes After

blacked out. wrote 1.7k fic for @bcolfanfic's Young vets AU.

Fanfic/Sequel of

Tw for aftermath of a suicide attempt and all that may entail

Nobody tells you what to do in the hours after your husband tries to take his life. Nobody says you’re going to be angry.

Nobody tells Gale how much he’ll have to pay for gas to the only Hospital for miles, seven hours tailing the red ominous lights of an ambulance there seven hours back all alone for the first time in a long while (one-hundred-twenty-seven dollars and fifty-three cents).

There’s nobody to tell him how to smile at his husband as he’s led away in a stunned daze. Does he smile at all? Small and painful and fake? 

And who can he ask what to do as he comes home to a now empty home, dawn well past finished and a hole the size of a man's life in the wall. A hole, no bigger than a nickel and just perfectly at eye level. The difference between a happy ending and a tragedy; the scales tipped kindly in his favor this time. 

You never wrestle for a gun. That’s the easiest way to get your own damn self shot.

A coin flip. Heads for John, Tails for Gale. 

“Guess the quarter got stuck in a crack.” he mutters. He knows his thought patterns aren’t quite clear, confused and weighed down by exhaustion and shock. 

Somewhere an animal is in pain. It gasps raggedly; sharp and raw. Someone should put that animal out of its misery, nothing deserved to be driven to sounds like that. Gale knows he is that animal. He swipes at his suddenly-tear soaked cheeks with a rough palm and sits down on the floor hard. 

His phone is in his hand, it’s first instinct to want to call John, hear his teasing voice (it hadn’t been teasing in a long time Gale Cleven don’t you lie). Bucky wouldn’t answer. He knew it would be a day or two before he would get an update on his husband. Not until observation was over, until paperwork was filed and permission was given. The nurse had explained it all through the ringing in Gale’s ears.

“Curt.” Buck says, shocked by the steadiness in his voice even as more tears trail their acidic way down his face. 

“Hey Buck, y’just caught me on break what’s up?” The familiar voice, clipping all it’s ‘T’s  away to nothingness devastates Gale. He lets out a sob with all the violence of vomiting.

“Gale?” 

“Ah fuck Curt, John had a gun.” Gale moans, covering his eyes and trying to breathe. The gun, now tossed carelessly on their bed like a stray shirt. 

Nobody tells him how to inform their friends of what has happened.

“What.” Curts voice is so strangled, so tiny that Gale realizes his fatal error immediately. 

“He’s okay. He’s okay Curt the gun- it went into the wall. He’s at a hospital right now. He’s where he needs to be.” 

Gale had heard that phrase a lot; spoken by people trying to reassure themselves that their loved ones would come home whole and healed. Now he was one of those people whispering the phrase with false confidence.

John needed to be Home. 

Curt devolves into a mess of swearing, punctuated with a passionate “Fffffucking VA!”

“I woke up and he wasn’t next to me. I thought maybe he had gotten out somehow, past the alarms. I’d already gotten my gun out of the house Curt I didn’t think-”

There's muffled voices on the other line, Curt talking to someone else, “- No I’m sick can’t you see? Gotta go Sean sorry. Fuck the client pardon my fucking french I gotta family emergency.” A car door slams, the sound of keys in an ignition. “You didn’t know Buck. It’s not your fault you did exactly what ya should’ve.”

“He had the gun to his chin,” Gale says numbly. 

Is there anyone to tell him how to get that single heart-stopping image out from behind his eyelids? He saw it every time he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, Gale.” Curt exhales. “He’s okay?” so vulnerable, so sad, needing to double check just in case. 

“He’s in fucking psych ward. I can’t even call him.” 

“Yeah dumb question.” A pause where Gale just tries to breathe, looks up at that hole in the wall. It could be a woodpecker's hole on any tree outside. It was in his home and smelled faintly of gunpowder and terror. “I’m looking up plane tickets right now.” 

“Y’don’t have t-”

“G’fuck yourself, I’m coming.” 

Gale has no strength to argue, he’s got nothing left, really. 

“I almost lost him, Curt.”

“But you didn’t.” Curt still sounds stressed and Gale feels a twinge of guilt for ruining the guy's day just because he wasn’t able to help his own partner. “You did everything right. And you’re going to go to bed, then you’re going to wake up and I’mma be there. And we’ll deal with things together.”

“Together,” he echoes. 

“Get some sleep Buck. I’ll send you a text when my flight lands.” Curt orders before hanging up.

The thought of going into the bedroom; to the bed he shared with John. To have to see that fucking gun again. 

Nobody tells him how to handle that.

Gale falls asleep on the couch instead. 

-*~*-

When he awakes it’s night again and he feels such a violent sense of deja-vu that he has to do a walk-through of the whole house just to make sure that saving John hadn’t actually been a dream. That his body wasn’t lying somewhere with horrifying finality. 

Nobody tells you that maybe your husband's trauma-based decisions might cause a little trauma themselves.

Even though he knows there will be nothing - John's phone kept safely in a plastic bag along with the rest of his personal effects- Gale checks their messages first. Scans them for any sign, any slip that he may have missed that told him what Bucky was planning. ‘Love You’s’ and ‘Be Home Soons’ and ‘Get There Safes’. Bucky had been struggling, but he hadn’t seemed quite that bad yet.

Or maybe Gale just hadn’t wanted to see it. 

There’s a text from Curt showing his seven hour direct flight was only a half hour from landing. 

Exhaustion still claws at Gale as he shuffles out to the truck, clothes rumbled and sweaty from sleep, from stress; from wrestling a fucking firearm from a man determined to end his life and Gale’s in the same action. The truck is too silent. John usually sat to his right, hand on his thigh or the back of his neck; always touching Gale in a way the blonde allowed no other man to do.

He has to pull over to stop himself from hyperventilating.

When he pulls into the pick-up zone at the Airport it’s nearly deserted aside from a short familiar man in a windbreaker and military boots. 

Curt takes one look at his pale face and walks around the nose of the car to the driver's side.

“Budge over.” He says, opening the door and waving an impatient hand at Gale. 

Gale didn’t think he could, felt like his hands were glued to the smooth leather of the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago he’d driven Bucky to the hospital in this car. He wondered at how quickly he’d gone from seeing the next steps so clearly in front of him to having to remember how to even speak. He was a puppet, his strings cut the moment John had entered the doors of the hospital. Through security guard checkpoints and metal detectors and locked doors. It was like being back in the desert with that level of protective diligence; or perhaps a prison

That can’t be very good for Bucky.

Nobody told him it might have been a good idea to inform the hospital why sometimes the glint of metal in the light made John do a double take.

When Gale still hasn’t moved, Curt lets out a tender sigh and unclips Gale’s seatbelt for him like the other man is a child.

“Come on Cleven, scoot on down the line.” He says gently, gives him a light push.

This is enough for him to move his wooden limbs, shuffle awkwardly over the center console and collapse gracelessly into the passenger seat. Curt hauls himself into the truck with an awkward grunt. He takes a second to maneuver his leg, move the seat upwards and the wheel down, and adjust the mirrors.

Gale sits there, opening and closing his hands. John had sat here last. Cried here not because he was alive and safe like Gale had cried; but for the opposite. 

Nobody told him how to sit in a puddle of his husband’s shed grief. 

“Here,” Curt tosses his phone into Gales lap. “Text Kenny for me will ya? Tell him I got y- got  here safe” 

“Does he know?” 

Curt pulls out of the airport, opens a window and leans his arm out as if he could air out the stuffy melancholy of the truck. “He asked where I was going. I didn’t-”

“John’s gonna hate it.” Gale mumbles “He won’t want anyone to know.” 

“Yeah, well, if he didn’t want people to know, maybe he shoulda woken you up. Shoulda called m-” Curt cuts himself off, presses sturdy boxer’s fingers to his mouth. “Fucking VA.” he curses again.

“Fucking VA.” Gale agrees. And it feels a little good. 

-*~*-

When they arrive back at the house It’s Curt that leads them inside. Curt, who picks up the gun, carefully disassembles it and puts it safely in the lock-box to be gotten rid of later. Curt who makes them a simple dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

They stand at the counter, eating silently. Gale feels wired and too awake, his sleep schedule beyond to fucked. 

He’d have to call out of work tomorrow. Maybe take a short leave. How could he even pretend to be okay for the kids?

“This is- In here right?” Curt’s eyes are jumping around the dark room, searching searching. 

Nobody tells you the shame that curls in one's belly when you have to show your best friend the bullet hole that nearly ruined all their lives. 

Curt puts his hands on his hips, bread crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed. Neither of them say much for a long time. Curt surveying and Gale staring a little blankly and replaying the sound of the gunshot over and over in his head.

“Well,” Curt finally drawls, “That’s an easy fix. You got any spackle?” he turns and smiles at Gale, crooked and reassuring, 

Gale thinks he’d like to tell someone about this part. The part where people show up for you.

#swiftywrites #buck x bucky #cleven #buck cleven #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #bitches have too many names #curt biddick #young vets au #suicide tw #mota

[spooky-bunnys]

Hey! I really like your work. Can I get the new episode of Baby Haitani please and thanks!

Haitani Baby Brother Part 4

I'm so glad! Hope you Enjoy!

It's been almost 5 months since the incident. Sanzu has fit semi-well in the Haitani household. His relationship with (Name) had improved greatly. But the brothers weren't too happy with the Alpha at the moment.

Sanzu sat on his knees in the living room. Being lectured by Rindou, because the pinkette tried having some "special" time with (Name). Which might be added was warned not to happen by the doctor, due to a chance or harming the pups.

"Seriously Sanzu! You were making direct eye contact with him, when he told you no sex because of the pups! What's wrong with you?!" Sanzu huffed. "It's not my fault! His scent is getting sweeter. And since I haven't been able to mark him, it's getting tougher to hold my inner Alpha in." Rindou sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

He was partly right, Bonten had been so busy he hasn't be able to actually mark (Name). There's been more traitors being exposed, and more companies have been trying to double cross them. So (Name) has been mostly by himself, with guards of course! Can't leave him unprotected.

Which is bad considering, (Name) is getting closer to his due date. Which had everyone on their toes. (Name) was currently in his nest, enjoying his cheesecake with honey. Waiting for his Alpha to come back. He wanted cuddles.

A knock on the bedroom door, startling from his food land. "Who is it?" "It's your favorite brother~" "I thought Rin was talking to Chiyo in the living room?" Ran threw open the door making a dieing animal noise. (Name) laughed loudly. "I'm kidding Aniki. You both know I don't have a favorite brother."

Ran scoffed and grumbled. "Well your last check up is tomorrow. We're gonna have it at HQ so everyone can be there. If that's okay with you?" (Name) nodded excitedly. He missed the others company. He wasn't allowed to leave the penthouse, according to his brothers and his Alpha.

He knows they want him safe, but he missed the sun and fresh air. Even his balcony privileges had been taken away! (Name) laid down his empty plate, and slowly leaned up. Holding his stomach carefully.

Ran quickly helped him sit up. "Bathroom break?" (Name) nodded quickly and Ran laughed. Ran help him up and took the dirty dishes. "Now remember the doctor said, to be careful with the cheesecakes." (Name) pouted and nodded.

He didn't get to eat them as much as when he was first pregnant. Due to the sugar level of the cheesecakes. But his cravings have weirded everyone out. Especially when he ate vanilla wafers with mustard. (Note: I love that combination lol)

When they arrived to the appointment, (Name) was clinging to his Alpha. He'd been extra clingy this morning. They figured it was because he was due anytime now. While Sanzu was just enjoying the attention.

The brothers following them, grumbled in annoyance. Their baby brother barely gave them attention anymore. They missed (Name) coming to them for attention. But now, he had Sanzu and soon, he'd have his own pups.

Upon entering the doctor office, (Name) noticed that the upper members, were already inside. (Name) greeted them with a bright smile, rubbing his very round stomach. He paused momentarily, before smiling widely.

"Chiyo! The pups are kicking!" Sanzu immediately placed his hands on (Name)'s stomach. He smiled feeling the hard kicks against his hands. "Their gonna be strong pups my love." Everyone smiled at the loving moment.

But that died quickly when (Name) violently cringed, gripping his stomach tightly. Sanzu immediately cupped (Name)'s face. "(Name)? Love what's wrong?" (Name)'s face scrunched up. The brothers quickly pulled him away and handed him a trash can.

(Name)'s body shook while he was sick. This worried everyone tremendously. (Name) yelled loudly and stared at his feet. Water surrounding them. Everyone froze. Mikey was the first to react. Quickly yelling for someone to get th doctor.

Sanzu quickly helped (Name) onto the hospital bed, that was in the room. His scent revealed how truly worried he was at the moment. It felt like forever until the doctor finally arrived. The doctor quickly made his way over. "I wasn't expecting him to go into labor. I don't know if he'll make it to the hospital."

The brothers immediately starting arguing saying that he should've been prepared. But (Name) silenced them, when he started yelling in pain. Making everyone flinch. The scent of distressed Omega filled the air. Making the Alpha's panic.

(Name) had fainted from the pain. He couldn't remember much of what happened. He remembers holding his Alpha's hand so tight, he thought it'd break. He remembers seeing his older brothers paicking faces.

Then there was darkness, then there was a bright light.

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#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #male omega reader #bonten #bonten x male reader #sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x male reader

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

For Jack Harlow “I’m so lucky to love you.”

After Brooklyn let it slip that she had a crush on a boy in her class, Jack was handling it about how you expected he would. While you knew it was nothing more than a surface level infatuation, so common for girls her age, Jack's head was spinning at the thought of his baby girl liking someone.

"Who is this boy? Do we even know anything about him?" Jack was rattling off questions as he helped you with the dishes after dinner. The girls were in their rooms and you were glad they couldn't hear their father freak out.

"Jack-", you let out a sigh as you dried off the final plate.

"Is he a good student? What does he even look like?" Jack didn't even notice you finished, he was so preoccupied on his phone, trying to find the kid on social media. "Have you ever met him?" His eyes were focused on the screen.

"No, I haven't", you admitted, grabbing a wine glass and giving yourself a heavy pour. "How do we know he's not a delinquent?"

"Jackman." His head shot up when you used his full name. "What?"

"Put the phone down baby. I promise you're not gonna find a mugshot on there or a criminal record. He's a third grader." Jack let out a deep breath, his shoulders slumping over. "Do you at least know his name?", he sounded pitiful, and you couldn't help feel bad for him.

"Yes, his name is Patrick, he's a good student, and on the youth basketball team. He's a pretty good player."

"What kind of name is Patrick?" Jack scrunched his nose at the name.

"Babe, don't start, please. Just be happy for her. This is the most excited I've ever seen her in a very long time." You draped your arm over Jack's shoulders, his hand finding your waist. He tipped his head over as you pressed a kiss on his jawline, your lips lingering against his beard.

"You know this is your fault right?" Jack looked at you, chuckling at your confused face. "I wanted to homeschool them, but you thought it would make them weird. Look at what happened." You pushed away from him at the chest. "Go put your children to bed, Jack", you threw over your shoulder as you grabbed your glass of wine and headed to the living room to catch up on some Real Housewives.

Jack put Aaliyah to bed and headed to Brooklyn's room. She was hovered over her desk, her back to the door.

"Brookie, its time for bed. Put your homework up." Jack cleaned up a few things in the room. "Its not homework. I'm writing a letter."

"Ok, well the letter can wait till tomorrow. Bed, please." She turned off the desk lamp and placed her letter in the top drawer. Jack helped her climb into bed, tucking her underneath the covers.

"Daddy, how did you know that you loved Mama?" The question caught Jack off guard. He settled down at the foot of her bed, one of her stuffed animals occupying his hands. "Well, I just knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that I was going to love her for the rest of my life. Why do you ask?" He brushed a stray curl out of her face.

"I don't know if I love Patrick or not." Jack gulped. He was having enough trouble with the thought of her liking a boy, and now throwing the "love" word around had him sick to his stomach. "I don't think I do, not how you and Mama love each other."

Jack couldn't help but laugh to himself. The only display of love that Brooklyn knew was from the two of you, so it was easy for her to jump and think her crush would make her feel the same way. "Trust me, baby, when you love someone you'll know, okay?" She nodded, but Jack wasn't sure she completely understood and honestly he was okay with that.

"I'm writing him a letter to ask him to be my friend first. I don't even know what kind of tv shows he likes to watch yet." Brooklyn giggled, covering her mouth.

Jack couldn't help the breath he let out at hearing that. "I think that's a great idea, Brookie. You can love friends and family too. Those loves are important too."

"Like you and Uncle Urby!", she exclaimed, making Jack smile. "Exactly, just like Uncle Urby. I'm so lucky to love you, Aaliyah, and Mama, too. You three are the greatest loves of my life."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you", Brooklyn called out as her eyelids began to close. Jack stood, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, B."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

[animeniac-writings]

Sickness - Sanji Vinsmoke headcanons

Anime: One Piece

Modern AU kind of, I was sick as shit last weak and could have really used Sanji caring for me :(

You Being Sick

Overreacts (with so much care behind it).

Sanji feels extremely guilty when you're come down with an illness, sure it's inevitable for everyone, but he can't help but think it's his fault- he should have made you healthier foods, something to boost your immune system, smoothies or supplements, he should have given you his coat sooner so you didn't catch a chill- his self blame is nearly endless, until you weakly ask him for something and he immediately shoots into gear.

When you do get sick he is your faithful servant, waiting on your every request, and fretting the entire time. He hates seeing you suffer and there's really nothing he can do to ease your suffering.

Definitely makes you chicken soup, Zeff did when he got sick when he was little and told him to "Just try it, you'll get better." when he asked 'why', and later explained that's just what you give someone who's sick, that it helps.

And he did get better, and wanted to know exactly why it helped, what was so special about chicken noodle soup? "Damn old man knew what he was talking about."

Tells you this while he's making the soup, you're fast asleep on the couch all bundled up, in clear sight for if you need him.

But his nerves are frayed, and it's far too quiet, with just the sounds of his cooking and your labored breaths, so he talks to you. He fills the silence and tries to calm his nerves.

Definitely called Zeff up, even at 2 in the morning if that's when your sickness hit, and wanted the exact recipe he his soup.

Of course he could figure it out himself, or tweak a recipe for guidelines, but...the old man's recipe works best. Even if he does sound like a sentimental fool.

Hates going to the store to pick up anything you need because that's far too long of being away from you and not knowing how you are, but he also doesn't trust anyone else to go get what you need.

Will buy only the best medicine he can find and makes sure to cover all your symptoms, and that you take the next does exactly on the clock.

But also worries because it's hardly working and giving you more is also bad, frantically checks a time sheet and clock to be sure.

He tries to make you as comfortable as possible, tissues and blankets and fluffing your pillow, anything to help.

He acts like you are on your death bed. If you even say you feel like you're dying, it goes straight to his panicking. You're already back in a fitful sleep but now he's sitting at your side changing the rag on your forehead and biting his nails that what if it's worse than expected??

Humidifier on and with some tea tree oil if you can, and will apply camphor rub to your chest and back for you, and massage it onto your feet and whimpers when that seems to make you feel worse.

Very stubborn once you start feeling better and getting restless, he wants you to still keep resting, that you aren't fully recovered yet.

Hovers. Almost worse that when you were sick, so worried about you relapsing for a few weeks afterwards, even when you insist you're all better!

Even manages to decline an physical advances to 'prove you're all better', as much as it pains him.

His chest aches when you thank him for taking such good care of you.

Sanji Being Sick

Sanji doesn't really get sick often, but when he does it's bad.

Not someone who can try and fake being okay because of how quickly and hard it hits him, as soon as he gets a fever he's burning up and dizzy.

You immediately notice and carefully guide him back to bed, you press your lips to his sweaty forehead to check his temperature and he can barely mumble something to you with eyes fluttering shut.

Hardly getting sick as a kid meant he never built up a good immune system, normally he was healthy as could be but when he was sick, it was awful.

He often become delirious, his mind dredging up memories of when he was truly small and making him feel even worse.

Needs your help with everything, from lifting the mug of tea your made him to his lips to half-carrying him to the bathroom.

He would feel so guilty about it afterwards, but can't remember much of anything that happened in the thick of it once he's better.

Mumbles in his sleep a lot while he's sick, he tosses and turns and you want to wake him from whatever he's dreaming but know he's needs the rest, instead sitting beside him and petting his damp hair.

You recall him once snarking about Zeff's brusque caretaking, but that he always made warm soup when he'd get sick, even into his teens. "Not like I'd needed it, I could make it far better after all."

Zeff was surprised to get a call from you asking for an old "special chicken soup recipe" of his, but was happy to oblige, even promising not to tell Sanji about it either.

No matter how he feels about your cooking skills there's a nagging feeling that he should make a pot of soup to bring over too upon the second he hears Sanji is sick again, and has to stop himself multiple times from doing so.

He also asks for updates on how Sanji's doing.

You mostly guess Sanji's symptoms and hope there's nothing you can't see when it comes to getting him medicine, he doesn't really have the energy to tell you what's wrong but weekly complies taking whatever you give him.

Hates feeling gross though, so if it's taking too long to get better he will try going to wash up and take a bath on his own, very bad idea but you catch him and watch to make sure he's okay.

Luckily tends to sleep through most of it, but when he wakes up for a bit he just wants to be able to see you, whether that's sitting up or laying on the couch just so he can watch you with bleary eyes before falling back to sleep.

Really thinks you are his loving angel to take care of him like this, even if you don't feel like you're doing all that much.

Once his fever breaks and the worst of it is over he recovers quickly, not one to have a cough linger, and you'll wake up from where you were beside him last night to find his spot empty and the familiar sound of pans clinking as the scent of breakfast waifs in.

Calls you his angel and the greatest nurse he's ever seen once he's back in health, and cheekily adds that he would have loved if you ever wanted to wear a nurse's outfit if he gets sick again...

His words lack usual gusto or the spark in his eye as he tries to cover up how vulnerable he feels about it.

You know how truly grateful Sanji is, for everything you do, and just press and soft kiss to his head and promise to always be happy to care for him.

He can never find the words to tell you how thankful he is.

#Sanji Vinsmoke x reader #Sanji Vinsmoke imagine #Sanji x reader #Sanji imagine #One Piece x reader #One Piece imagine #OP x reader #OP imagine #my stuff

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Okay, I can't stop thinking about Richter getting a little bit older. He's in his early teens, like 13-14 and gets a puppy crush on someone. And he just like, absolutely cannot figure out how to navigate that.

So either,

1. He indirectly asks Olrox for advice. In that roundabout way because he is shy about that one thing. And will not admit he needs help.

2. Olrox notices himself

How Olrox goes about this I leave it up to you.

I'm obsessed with this AU.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Ok before everything let’s establish how Richter would have looked when reaching an older age in Olrox’s captivity care:

(Art by me obv)

As you can see, our peepaw’s influence is all over the place. He turned a rugged kid who likes running in the mud into a fine little gentleman (that still likes running in the mud, but Olrox holds out hope that he grows out of it), so normally Richie wouldn’t feel insecure about his looks, until he met her that is.

It was a girl his age, working part-time at her father’s bakery in the settlement near which he and his kidnapper father lived in their estate. They quickly grew fond of each other and proceeded to hang out almost every day, which alarmed Olrox at first, but seeing his son being happy out-weighted the anxiety and he let it go. Of course he did have certain suspicions, especially when Richter began spending a little too much time twirling in the mirror and fixing his hair, but still gave the kid benefit of the doubt. Until today.

“Um, papá…”

Olrox looked up from his paperwork. “Yes, Richter?”

“How do I look?”

The man almost did a double take. Alright, that was new.

“Perfect as always, my son.”

That seemed to give Richie some confidence, but not enough.

“Are…are you sure?”

“I haven’t gone blind just yet. I’d say I am.” He smiled.

“Okay, good, that’s…good. Anyway, I’m going to Elyna’s place, don’t expect me til’ dinner!” He turned on his heel.

Olrox smirked. “Can’t live without your little friend, huh~?”

Richter whipped his head. “I-we’re not a thing!”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Silence.

“Are you sick by any chance? Your face is burning.”

“You just love getting your nose into my business don’t you.” Belmont hissed.

“My child, you made it excruciatingly obvious what the business was. It’s not my fault you can’t hide your feelings to save your life. I won’t be surprised if Élyna already knows all about your crush.”

“What!?” Richter stared, wide-eyed.

“Although I’d say you’re safe, judging by the dreamy looks she keeps giving you.” Olrox propped his chin on his hand, paperwork completely forgotten.

“…wait, really?”

“Have you not noticed?”

“No!?”

“Or the way she keeps carving out more and more time for you?”

The boy’s jaw dropped to the floor as the puzzle assembled in his head and Olrox couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh my sweet boy…” He sighed. “You know what? Take the horse. Ladies love animals.”

“Wait, really? I can take Carter??”

“If you’re planning on winning her heart, might as well court her properly. In addition, witnessing that you keep a steed will put you in favour with her father. He’ll be more lenient if he sees that her daughter’s suitor has a wealthy family.”

“Oh my—we’re not gonna get married!”

“Give it a week and you’ll see how quickly you change your mind.” Olrox smirked. It’s just how childish crushes went, after all.

#castlevania #castlevania au #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania nocturne #castlevania richter #richter belmont #nocturne richter #castlevania olrox #nocturne olrox #Olrox

[small-sinclair]

Sicker than a dog and body’s falling apart. So, here’s some hc I got if you’re sick around the Sinclairs.

Bo: THE Chaotic Caretaker

First off, he thinks your faking it, but you throw-up on his favorite shirt this morning then asked if you could have coffee between a coughing fit. After that, you use his sleeve to wipe the snot off like a damn animal.

Yeah, no. Bed for you, y/n.

“No fussing or nothin’. Ass t’bed. Only get up if ya need t’restroom, water, or food.”

He’ll pretend that you’re fine, but he can only lie to himself for so long.

While he working, he checks his phone, seeing you sent a text message from you. You sent him a meme:

… he laughs so hard you don’t believe it.

When he comes at lunch, he makes sure you move around enough to prove you’re still alive and kicking, but your coughing scares him. You smile at him and say it’ll pass. He’s starting to get nervous.

Bo sneaks a look in your room to see if your okay because he’s going back to the shop to work on a car, and you scare him.

You look like his mother resting in bed when she was dying, breathing so slowly that his eyes can’t look away. Why do you look at him with those sick eyes? Did he do this to you? This was his fault.

He closed the shop and spends the day with you, forcing meditation down your throat.

“I know it tastes gross, but drink it. Promise, ya feel betta later. Sleep.”

It’s a mixture of whiskey and DayQuil. That’s what he takes when he’s sick. He swears by this mixture that it could cure Covid.

You have him wear a “dumb mask” if he wants you to rest on his chest.

You snuggle against him, sleeping. He repeats over and over how much he loves you, being softer around you for today. No yelling. No being rough. Just soft Bo petting you.

He ends up getting sick the next day, but at least you two can suffer together 🤷

Vincent: Mother Hawk Caretaker

Unlike Bo, he knows when you’re sick and forced you to stay in bed, sleeping it off.

You’ll be down stairs because he’ll be checking on you the whole time.

He’ll bring you water and medicine, telling you need to drink and medicate. He’ll help you take it if you can’t do it by yourself.

Just to make him blush, you call his name sickly, calling out, “Vinny, you beautiful thing?” When he looks at you from his work, you blow him a kiss before snuggling into the bed.

To make sure he watches you like a hawk, he sets up a canvas and paints you sleeping. He sues all your favorite colors to give it personality.

You are his muse. You inspire him no matter your body status.

For lunch, he makes sure you eat a little something and move a bit.

He’s not a stranger to sickness. Lester would get sick a lot when he was younger, and Vincent ended up taking care of him. So, he knows what he’s doing when he takes care of you.

While you sleep, he’ll brush your hair back and he’ll wash off the sweat with a cold wet rag.

He finished his work and holds your hand while you sleep, wax lips kissing your hand and wrist.

You wake up to him with his head down, sleeping next to you, on the side of the bed. Smiling, you brush his hair and smile.

The next day, he’ll melt down his mask and make a new one to kill the germs.

Lester: The Caring Caretaker

He’s much like Vincent when he learns you’re sick. He was able to get you the trash just in time, too, rubbing your back and holding your hair.

“A fever? Awe, don’t worry ‘at sweet lil’ head, sweet pea. Get t’bed and sleep. I’ll be back in two hours wit’ meds an’ tissues.” *plants a little kiss on your head* “Be back soon, opossum. Sleep well. Lov’ya.”

He makes good on his promise, coming back in two hours after cleaning the roads and calling Bo that he’ll be with you today.

I have a hc that he works for the state because of cleaning the road, so he calls them, too. They let him have the day off, offering him a choice to make up the day during the weekend.

He brings back medicines and soft tissues. Also, oranges. A shit tone of oranges.

This man will draw you a bath so he’ll get you fresh pjs and clean pillow cases. Something fresh will help with the sickness, he thinks.

He has you eat an orange and sleep for the rest of the day.

“See, darlin’? Lookin’ so much betta! Let’s sleep fer th’day. Don’ worry. I’ll be here. Yer okay. You’ll be okay.”

He’ll be awake, your head on his chest, and waiting silently as you get better. As much as he wants to watch some T.V., he doesn’t want you to wake up.

Just watching you sleep and recover… he thinks you’re cute and so strong.

You wake up to find him lost in thought. He’ll smile down at you, kissing your hair, whispering you to sleep by saying gentle things.

The next day, he’ll change the bedsheets while you make breakfast before he goes to work.

#house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanon #lester sinclair headcanons #house of wax headcanons #house of wax fanfic #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader

[strawb3rrystar]

Hii, I have a really sad angst idea for sejanus plinth if you're open to hearing it! It's a platonic fic if you're okay with writing those. My idea is basically sejanus is the mentor for the female tribute of district two right? Except she's just a little kid, maybe even younger than wovey. Over time he sees her more and more as a little sister figure and is desperately trying to find a way to protect her. Despite her age she's quite emotionally intelligent and (as much as a child can) understands that she won't survive. She's still happy (again as happy as she can be) and tells sejanus not to worry about her. Before she enters the arena sejanus makes her promise to hide till it's all over. Well she breaks that promise to save another tribute ( maybe wovey or Lucy gray someone who she's friends with). My vision is someone sneaking up on her friend and she throws a rock to distract them so her friend can get away. she avoids other tributes but eventually gets taken out by the snakes. Her last words are apologizing to sejanus for breaking their promise. I personally think he'd be so upset he'd puke. If you choose to write this thank you! I'm way to nervous to write my own fics lol

Broken promises.

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth + Fem! District 2 tribute! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Major character death, Mention Sejanus feeling nauseous

Word count: 1,250

✰Masterlist

Sejanus' heart broke when he heard that he would be mentoring a girl from District 2. It broke even more when he saw you were just a little kid. He felt sick to his somatch, his head pounded as he tried to eat something from the large array of food that the academy hand set out.  

That night, he couldn't sleep. The image of you on screen flashed through his head. The way your hands trembled as you stood next to the male tribute.

He wanted to cry once he saw you sitting in the monkey cage like the others. Your eyes nervously dart around as if you would be killed any second. He softly called out your name, and your head shot up. Sejanus stuck his hand through the bars to offer you the sandwich he had brought with him.  

You walk towards him cautiously, not holding any resentment in your eyes, but also not trusting him either. You mumble a small thanks and took a bite of what, to you, was the best thing you tasted all week. Sejanus tried his best to smile, but he couldn't hold it for long. 

"I'm sorry..." He says quietly, leaning his head against the bars. "Why? It's not your fault." 

The way you carried yourself despite the situation surprised him. But then he realized you probably had a hard life in 2. "You don't deserve this. None of you do."  

Sejanus looks over at the other tributes. He hoped that in the back of everyone's mind, they would know that these people aren't animals. They're just children. You smile to yourself and take another bite. 

"I'm glad you're different. These other people keep throwing nuts and stuff at us." You muttered. Sejanus softly chuckles as you roll your eyes. He goes on to introduce and tell you a little bit about himself. You do the same, describing your family and your friends at school.  

When it came time for the mentor-tribute interview, you filled out the questionnaire within a few minutes. Leaving the rest of the time for you to discuss strategy. "Promise me you'll hide once the games start." 

"Hide? From the looks of it there's no place to hide in that arena." You reply, your eyes wandering over to the other tributes and their mentors. Your eyes focus on Lucy Gray and her colourful ruffles, the only other person who was actually talking to their mentor. "She shared a piece of bread with me after she noticed I was too scared to get close to the bars." 

Sejanus' eyes followed yours "So you're friends?" he asks. 

"I guess." You shrug in response "She is quite nice, you know." 

Walking into the arena had your heart beating with panic. Even with Sejanus standing right beside you, it felt wrong being casually shown your potential final resting place. It's like picking out your coffin before you die. Which spot looks pretty enough for my blood to stain the concrete like so many tributes before me? 

You grab Sejanus' hand for comfort, calm your nerves and wobbly legs. He made sure you were right by his side. He felt an urgency to protect you, but he couldn't tell if it was recent or if he's felt this since he first saw your face.  

When the rebel bomb landed and exploded the top of the arena, rubble falling on tributes, mentors, and peacekeepers alike, Sejanus held you close to him. Shielding your eyes from the thick dust that covered the arena. People's screams fill your ears and you freeze up, unable to move. When Sejanus heard that the gates were open, he tried to urge you to move, but you wouldn't budge. At that moment he didn't care about saving himself, he picked your much lighter body up and ran towards the exit.  

Once you were safely out of the crumbling arena, he set you on the ground, asking if you were okay. You nod your head, your words getting stuck in your throat. A few seconds later, peacekeepers dragged you two apart. 

You stood on your red circle, looking at the other tributes. Some of them you could become friends with if under different circumstances. You imagined yourself going to one of Lucy Gray's performances, just like she described for you, dancing the night away without a care. You heard Lamina's sniffles, that remind you too much of yourself. Reaper's protectiveness over Dill reminds you of how Sejanus protected you yesterday. And poor Dill, in your mind it was better for her to die a quick death in the arena, than a slow one of tuberculosis. 

When everyone started running towards the pile of weapons, you ran in the opposite direction and hid behind some rocks. You watch as tributes are killed, Lucy Gray and Jessup jump down into what you could assume were underground tunnels, but Coral and her gang her hot on their trail. You take a deep breath as the remaining tributes above ground scatter and hide. You jolt as someone taps on your shoulder, you turn to be met with a girl who looked barely older than you. You remembered her name was Wovey. She takes your hand and leads you to the underground tunnels "We might find a better hiding place down here." 

After days of hiding underground, everyone made their way back to the above. Wovey and you return to your previous hiding spot and watch as Coral and her gang take down Lamina. You watch Dill die and have to stop yourself from screaming when Reaper does. You look up as you see a flying thing place a big container of colour into the arena. You were so busy watching the flying thing that you didn't realize Wovey slipping past you. 

"Is it over? Can we go home now?" She mumbles as she walks across the arena. The only thing you could think about was dragging her back to your hiding place. Not about your promise, not about the other tributes. All you could think about was Wovey.  

"Wovey!" You yell running out from your hiding spot, drawing the attention of the other tributes and the Capitol people. Your heart shatters as the glass does, covering your ally, your friend, in snakes. You didn't have enough time to feel sorrow as the snakes flow like a river in your direction. You try to run away, but one of the snake sinks its fangs into your skin. You scream, doubling over as more snakes attack you. Sejanus was already out of his seat, standing, as soon as you came out of your hiding place. You never stood a chance, you both knew this, but Sejanus felt as if a part of him was being ripped out.  

In the short time you knew Sejanus, you would call him your friend second, and your family first. Despite not being related by blood, you were both from District 2. And that was all the relation you needed. He would gladly, and proudly call you a Plinth. 

Sejanus felt stomach churns as you look up at the camera with tears flowing down your cheeks.  

"I-I'm sorry..."  

Your body drops to the concrete, snakes wrapped around every limb. Sejanus practically runs out of the room. He leans against the wall and takes deep breaths, wiping the tears from his eyes. He slumps down to the ground as he feels the world around him disappear. His eyes felt hazy as the walls of the academy blur together. 

"I'm so, so sorry, little sis. It wasn't your fault, it was never your fault. I should've found a way to get you out, instead of watching you struggle like a coward..." 

"I'm sorry..." 

Star's notes -> I had wayyyy too much fun with this concept (It made me cry)

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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[simp999]

Misunderstandings- Robot Medic (MediBot) x Reader Drabble

Wc: 370

Themes: Fluff

A/N: Okay fine I give in I'll post it.

Pillbug, this is all your fault for making my comfort character one with basically no existing fanfics

A/N 2: Speaking of, Medibot's personality is entirely based off of how @physically-robotic-medic roleplays as him. Thank you Pillbug

A/N 3: This was meant to be read as platonic because that's the only way I can see Medibot but do whatever you want (shrug)

Masterlist

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"Are you alright? Worried!!"

You tilt your head to look up at Medibot, wondering what could possibly have him worried.

"Yeah, I'm all good." You turn your eyes back to the screen ahead.

"...I am not reassured."

You were lying down on a pillow placed atop where Medibot's lap would be- if he had one. You were introducing him to an animated movie. A studio Ghibli movie, in fact; it seemed right up his alley, and he had seemed to be enjoying it- up until his last comment.

You tear your eyes from the screen once again.

"I've seriously got no idea what you're talking about, what makes you think I'm-"

"-Your heartbeat. It is beating at an unusual pace."

You sat stunned for a moment. You shouldn't be too surprised that the Medic Robot had noticed of all people- but you didn't figure it was that big of a deal.

"Apologies for interrupting you-"

there was slight guilt in his voice, which quickly turned to panic with his next phrase:

"It is only getting faster! I believe you need medical attention!!"

Then, it clicked.

"Ah.." You kept your composure, which calmed him… until your cheeks started tinting pink out of embarrassment, another sign of possible sickness, to Medibot. He was quick to address this:

"You are sick!! Panicked!! You are in need of-"

You quickly sat up and paused the movie, facing Medibot and asking for him to calm down and give you his full attention.

"Hey, I'm completely alright. It's just… a weird thing that human bodies do sometimes."

"Why would sickness symptoms show when there is no sickness? Confused!!"

You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment. How could you explain this?

"It's- it just means that I enjoy being around you, is all. You bring me joy."

You could have sworn he blue screened for a moment before tapping his hands together, a nervous stim of his that you've noticed.

"Ah. Human heartbeats quicken when excited, if I remember correctly. Is it the same thing? Curious!!"

"...Yeah, basically."

You let out a relieved sigh. He didn't have to learn about complicated human feelings just yet- all he had to know was that you two were friends, and you enjoyed hanging out.

Sep.7.23

#x reader #fanfic #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress two x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 #team fortress x you #team fortress #team fortress 2 x you #team fortress two #team fortress two x you #team fortress 2 drabble #medibot #tf2 medibot #tf2 medic robot #team fortress robot medic #tf2 medibot x reader #robot medic x reader #robot medic x reader tf2 #medibot drabble

[multiverse-imagines]

um… so I literally just binged read all your Vash fics. Planning on watching the anime on Saturday.

but I’m even tho I’m a newcomer……

can I get a Vash x Reader, where maybe homeboy gets her pregnant.

👉👈

he’s already taking over my life…

A/N: so I'm not typically comfortable with writing this kind of thing, but for specifically you, (and Vash) just this once, I'll indulge a pregnancy fic request. It gave me a chance to think about things I don't want to write in the future. It's my fault for not putting it in my pinned post. I will say this was one of the cutest things I've written in Vash's pov, and probably how I would react if I got told I was gonna be a dad. I do appreciate getting out of my comfort zone sometimes. ^-^

On the lighter notes, I'm so excited for you to be joining the Trigun cult we've amassed on Tumblr! Give the manga a read too if you can! Don't worry about being a newcomer. I've only been in this fandom for a year. (Where has he been all my life?) It's never too late to start a new series!!! If you want someone to gush about the series with, hit me up!

I've only had Vash for a year, and in my head we've already been married for 10. xD

Sprout

I carried a box of donuts, sandwiches, and a couple of sodas towards City Hall, where she worked. She, My Lovely Mayfly, worked there as a volunteer coordinator. I decided to surprise her with lunch. She always works herself too hard, and sometimes forgets to eat. I entered the main lobby, quickly finding the office she worked in. It was empty. I came in early enough where she wouldn't have gone to lunch with anyone else. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I thought of the worst. Making my way back to the front desk, I asked the receptionist where she was.

"Oh, She went out for a bit. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Said she'd hopefully be back by lunch." The receptionist took a sip of his coffee. A doctor's appointment? She hadn't said anything about an appointment this week. Before I could make my way back to her office to wait, a chime of the front door revealed someone entering City Hall. I turned around to see her, My Mayfly. She almost seemed troubled, looking at the ground, not quite noticing me yet.

"Hey, Mayfly!" I cheerily greeted her as always. She seemed to stiffen up, but was immediately happy to see me.

"H-hey, Angel. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I brought us some lunch! How was your appointment?" She stiffened up again at this.

"Why don't we eat lunch!" She seemed to panic as she dragged me into her office, shutting the door, almost too quickly. She leaned against the door with a sigh. She was acting strange, well, more so than usual.

"Mayfly, is something wrong?" I let my voice drop to a concerned tone. Her breath hitched, and the facade of being around other people faded. Her face was almost… scared. Vulnerable, Worry, such things I never wanted to see on her face.

"Do you remember when I said sometime last week that I was feeling kinda funny?"

"Y-yeah, I thought it was the burger from the bar."

"Well, it wasn't the burger, I guess…"

"You didn't get sick, did you? You're not dying are you?" I began to worry. Humans didn't live too long on this planet. Taking a chance with her as my partner was a struggle for me. I often distance myself from others where I can, even though it doesn't ease the pain when they die. We had spoken on this topic a few times when I tried to deny her advances, even though every fiber of my being wanted her. What if she really was dying? I couldn't take her with me as I continued to run from bounty hunters and the like.

"Vash." My name leaving her lips broke my panic, and I hadn't even noticed she had taken my hands, "I'm not dying. I…." She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"P-pregnant." I repeated back to her, "wh…what?" My face relaxed from panic to surprise as my gaze drifted to her hips, "I.. I didn't think that was even possible." A wave of emotion was flowing through me all at once. How was my DNA compatible with human DNA? How was I supposed to keep the two of them safe? Raising a child on the run? What if Knives targeted them? What if I died before I could see the kid go to school? Or get married? Oh, Rem, help me. What if they died young? What if I lost Mayfly during the birthing process? What if I lost both of them?

My body moved on its own as I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. I rested one hand on her back, the other rested on her cheek. I allowed my mind to clear as I lost myself in her kiss.

I whispered her name when I parted from her lips. Holding her chin to keep intimate eye contact.

"I love you. Let's have a family together." I found myself laughing a little bit as a smile came across my face. The laughter spread as I pressed more little kisses to her lips, "I'm gonna be a dad." I toyed with the idea of teaching the little sprout how to color, ride a Tomas, reading them bedtime stories, falling asleep with them cradled into my chest on our ragged couch, and even teaching them good morals if I could help it.

"I'll keep you both safe. I promise."

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #tw: pregnancy

[thekinkyleopard]

Just This Once

A Zilya x Tass Canon Sequel

Sequel to Caught’cha!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Blood drinking kink, Casual Snz Insert, Smut,

Dom/Sub, induce

Description: Zilya took a huge risk choosing to punish Tass for snooping, rather than feeding themselves. They feel weak. Tass feels…guilty? Empathetic? He can’t place it but offers the vampire a taste to get them back on their feet….but it goes too far.

Author’s Notes: Horny on main! Horny on main! Horny on main! 🥳🥳 I just wanna write vampire smuuuuuut sorry not sorry 😂 @aller-geez did the cover art and owns Tassian!

It was miserable, Zilya couldn’t get out of their coffin, they hadn’t been this weak in centuries. Not since they had been a slave. Hunger hadn’t ever really been a problem but with the cold winter months turning everything to hibernation, and the hunting seasons getting longer, producing less and less for the vampire to consume. It was taking its toll. The last few days, not another animal in sight.

They tried, gripping the sides of the wooden containment taking a deep breath to heave themselves over but only managing to flop halfway out like a dead fish. Groaning with displeasure and disdain. “Whyyyyy…” they moaned through the horrendous inability to get to their feet. Suddenly, the sound of a gentle jingle began to titter its way across the space. Abyss, their little black papillon familiar, cautiously waltzing toward her master with an ever so softened look across her little puppy face.

“Mommy doesn’t feel…..right….little love…” Zilya sighed through lips that barely moved. The little dog whimpering softly, before brandishing their hand in tender dog kisses, almost offering herself to them. “Oh…my sweet girl….never you,” managing to muster up a loving smile toward his ever so faithful companion. “Too small….and precious…go, go back to bed….darling,” their voice was staggered as they fought between breathing and staying awake. They wouldn’t die. Vampires do not die from starvation, but they will go comatose until they are given blood. A defense mechanism of sorts.

The little black dog huffed helplessly through her tiny muzzle before tick tacking her way back to a very large and fluffy dog bed. She did not sleep but kept her worried gaze on her debilitated owner.

At this same moment of their pathetic current existence, Tassian came storming inside the room, flinging his dead cellular device back and forth, clearly distraught. “Look! We need electricity, I am SICK of having to go into town to charge my charging block, just to charge my phone. This is my litera-…” he paused, the creature that was normally so strong and alert, practically a puddle on the stone floor now. “H-Hey….?” His entire demeanor changed, what was this? This wasn’t normal? Tassian now fully concerned, got closer to the splayed vampiric lord.

“Leave me to dieeeeee…..” Zilya grumbled through a lazy throat, both of them surprised they could muster the strength to even speak they looked so poorly. Sunken eyes, more so than average, normally pale white scleras now blood shot, and their veins were almost bursting from behind their scarred flesh.

“Wait, no, seriously, Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?” Tassian asked with a more softened tone now, dismissing his previous woes.

“I-I’m just…so hungry….” The vampire responded, slowly shifting their gaze to look up at the other’s face.

“Shit that’s right….you haven’t fed…” The Jackalope cursed, looking down at the sunken creature with guilt, and slight frustration with themselves.

“Nope…. Too busy and-….” When they were suddenly cut off by the other’s nervous assumptions.

“Hey! I never asked you to-…” Zilya let out a breathless chuckle and shook their head.

“Food shortage as well….not your fault….” Tassian automatically feeling bad yet again for even suggesting he’d become a burden to the immortal within a few days.

“O-oh….right….” His gaze shifted, he looked toward the ground now, but still reaching over he to gently pat the weakened creature’s shoulder in an effort to comfort themselves both.

“Leave me….come spring…..bring blood….” Zilya spoke with genuine despair, trying to roll their eyes shut to accept a fate that wasn’t necessarily theirs for certain.

“Spring?? No way! I need you! What if someone invades the castle? You can’t expect me and Abyss to hold anyone back!” Aby looked up, her head turning sideways at the sound of her name, but without it being her master’s voice, she simply returned to her previous position. Tass panicked looking around and then furrowing his eyebrows with utter desperation he couldn’t stop the next sentence that came out his mouth. “What if I fed you?”

“You?” The vampire’s eyes now slowly slid back open, raising a thin brow curiously.

“Yeah, just this once, you could….drink from me….JUST !!!” He paused, his voice getting very loud, very serious, Zilya squinted in agony. “Don’t kill me please,” the other almost wanted to laugh at such an Insinuation, but it was valid. As intelligent as they were, they were so hungry they weren’t cognitive to the very real fact this would be their first time drinking from another person, ever.

“I….wont,” they spoke with a softened voice that still somehow exuded confidence, brows furrowed inward with determination. Still desperate to keep themselves conscious. 

“Okay well…uh…here let me….” He helped drag the vampire fully back into their coffin, but sliding Z into a sitting positon. The vampire helping by keeping themselves steady, gripping each side of the coffin’s edge. “Okay, and then I guess I’ll….just…” sliding into the coffin, getting themselves accompanied in Zilya’s lap.

They hadn’t been this close since Tass got busted snooping in places he shouldn’t. Which, as much as he enjoyed it, he couldn’t just let the vampire think they could just, own him. Pft. Right?…despite how much that secretly turned him on.

Despite his carnal lust, his natural instincts to adjust and adapt in relation to a predator, were far greater. He had learned relatively quick to ask permission for almost everything he did. It was slightly bothersome to the once lonely vampire. Someone always asking them to do, or for, something. Though, they had to admit, they did enjoy the influence they realized they now had on the castle guest. Being on the other end of this little, dance.

“Okay….” Zilya closed their eyes, responding back, to more than anything, keep themselves from passing back out and hibernating for the next several weeks. Tass took a deep breath in and slowly removed his shirt to make it all around easier to deal with.

“Okay…go uh…g-go ahead,” His legs trembled and his heart raced, Zilya reached out and placed a palm down upon it. They smiled.

“Thee is shaking….” Making a casual note out loud that almost sounded concerned.

“Well yeah! Not every damn day you feed a vampire on purpose! Can you just, okay?” Zilya chuckled breathlessly, shaking their head now with an almost solemn response.

“No,” a simple word, but one that carried enough weight to slap the other across his ego. What did the vampire mean NO.

“What?” His brows fell and crossed inward, the fuck was this guy’s problem?

“No,” Zilya repeated simply.

“Why?” Taking a slow deep breath in, Tassian thought maybe there was a reason, some sort of connection between the answer and his offer.

“Thee is scared….I can’t….it’s not….” Shaking their head slowly, trying not to make themselves too dizzy with the motion.

“I’m not scared,” his brows tightened at the other’s response, avoiding eye contact as he looked down at his hands, his body sitting across the weakened vampire’s lap.

“Thy legs….are shaking….heart racing….” Z simply didnt want Tassian to know what it felt like. To be used. To be a meal. It felt wrong. There was too many moral paradoxes to this situation, Zilya just didn’t want to scare the Jackalope away.

“Promise…it’s not fear,” he wasn’t lying, truthfully, it wasn’t every day that something like this came to be. He had just realized Vampires were real and if they’re hot, why not right? Couldn’t be that big of a deal.

“Okay…thou is certain?” Zilya looked back up to meet the other’s gaze, searching for any sparkle of doubt but only seemed to find first time jitters.

“Oh my g-…just…okay?” Tassian now mustered up the courage to look the vampire deep within their tired, glossy gaze and beg for it. Truthfully tired of playing this back and forth game, he was already more than mentally prepared. “Please,” confident now he repeated himself, his face freshly painted in a bright pink flush.

There was something that had long ago been locked down and snuffed out. A feral part of Zilya that they had not yet discovered til that moment a few days ago, and here it was. Back again. When that please dripped off Tassian’s lips. They leaned closer, mouth just barely grazing the soften skin of his neck, mere inches away, the sensation caused the Jackalope to tremble.

Tassian held his breath and within a few seconds as Zilya extended their long teeth with a stretch of their jaw, they pierced through the elastic flesh. A sharp gasp could be heard from the small male’s stuttering lips, hands shaking as they reached for the lapels on the vampire’s coat, gripping them desperately. The sharpened chill of Zilya’s teeth penetrating his neck, was a temporary feeling. The one that came after was what caused his body to suddenly start twitching and gently convulsing. Like a cold burn that ignited every one of his nerves to stand at attention.

Zilya had never drank blood from another living being beside his Masters, this was so incredibly new. They almost couldn’t believe the feeling of it. The taste, the connection, the power of it. Zilya’s fingers tightened within the little hybrid’s locks of hair, pulling the other’s neck closer to them. The vampire moaned, dangerously, a deep guttarl sound that surprised them both, their body feeling stronger every passing second they drank.

Tassian’s eyes rolled back in his head, mouth falling open while he squeaked another pleasured mewl from what little he could breathe. “Z-Zilya…” warning the other, unsure how long it had even been but his voice wasn’t very assertive, and the vampire ignored him. It fueled them.

Zilya grunted again, pushing, hovering, looming over the slowly shrinking Jackalope, overwhelmed with a sense of lust, intoxicated by it, realizing they could feel both theirs and his combined. The little hybrid wasn’t lying, he wasn’t scared. Gods. They weren’t sure they could stop. If ecstasy was a liquid, Zilya had found it. Slowly while the strength began to return to their body, Zilya’s grip tightened, and desperately they continued sucking the younger almost dry.

Tass moaned, pushing himself further into the numbing, ice cold pierce of Z’s fangs, his body twitched as his blood supply grew less, and less. Dancing on the edge of life and death they both let out a series of desperate grunts, moans and whimpers. Without conscious thought, Zilya began to move his hands away and tug at the jackalope’s jeans, and his own. The pleasure becoming too great, now they moved upon their hunger.

The frantic movement, the sudden exposure, Tassian began to fluster with several different emotions, but unable to push past the feral lust the two of them now shared. “W-wait….” he gasped his eyes fighting to open, fluttering, the other’s mouth tightening around his flesh. “Z-Zilya w-wait….” He tries again his palms pushing at the other’s chest. The vampire grunts, angrily, animalistically.

At this point they had stopped extracting blood, aware they were playing with fire if they stole but a drop more. Yet, Zilya refused to let go, now pushing their new connection, Tass, could hear the creature’s voice echo inside his skull.

“Hm? Is this not what thee desires? I can taste it in thy blood….thee wishes to be mine….” Like rhythms dancing and bouncing around his suddenly empty head, his body flushed, wanting. Tass whimpered as his resolves weakened, unable to brush through the fog. He couldn’t lie his way out, they were connected, he was exposed and as terrifying as that was to Tass, it was blatantly erotic. No one could ever have such control over him like this, no one else could make his body feel like it may just explode with so little to show for it. Zilya snarked from behind the tightened clench of his jaw, still clasped to Tass’s neck. “Figured as much…”

Once again, the vampire continued their motions to strip the other of his lower clothing, and ripping off the underwear that protected him underneath. Tassian blushed deeply, his eyes fluttering to stay alert, but his body had no problem responding to every slide of Zilya’s fingers across his heated flesh. “Hah~…” he gasped from behind his trembling lips, Z’s cold hands touched his inner thighs, spreading him apart and toying with the other’s clenching cheeks. “Surrender to thy wants my little prey….stop denying ourselves this moment…I can feel thy needs growing stronger…..” Tassian could hear the vampire’s chocolate tone melting inside his cranium, and they were right. He wanted it so terribly bad, for the first time in probably his entire life, he was desperate for it. If nothing really, he was just too chicken shit to admit it. His body trembling, palms grasping now at the fabric of Zilya’s ruffled shirt pulling them closer to him. Trying to signal the vampire in any way he could that he was slipping away from reality. Their bodies brushed up against one another, and Zilya took their opportunity.

Swiftly taking themselves out of their own pants, and teasingly rutting their rock hard length up against Tass’s own twitching cock. With hesitation, the vampire finally unlatches their mouth from the smaller’s now weeping neck. Lines of crimson trickled down his scarred and slashed shoulder. Zilya took notice of the other’s afflictions, curiously like their own. Was this what connected them? Two tortured souls, come to be one?

They spoke not a word as they stripped themselves of their shirt, exposing their bare scarred flesh. Littered in degreeing bite sizes. Tassian reaches up with shaking palms to trace them with the pads of his fingers tips.

Zilya’s eyes were brighter now, the blood having drained from their scleras. Yet, they avoided the other’s gaze when he laid touch upon their many scars. The dominant being suddenly a hint of shy, they weren’t used to this level of vulnerability, nor intimacy, neither of them were. As both bodies led with instinct rather than permission.

The vampire reached for the jackalope’s hand, bringing it upwards to place gentle kisses across the younger’s softened fingers. “I trust you,” fell out of Tassian’s mouth as he watched the other adorn his fingers.

Zilya let this sink in, reluctant yet lustful eyes brought themselves back to meet his little mate’s gaze. Neither of them said anything more, as Zilya’s tongue slid from between his lips and captured Tassian’s index and middle digits. Coating them, purposefully. The dark haired male could only gaze with a slightly agap jaw, lids fluttering as desire filled him. No one had ever done such a thing, he couldn’t look away, almost curiously, he slipped another digit in the mix. Zilya now taking the fingers into their mouth fully, slipping and twisting their dampened tongue around each finger.

Tassian whimpered almost soundlessly while he watched, his cheeks redder, unbelieving of the display, but as fast as the moment came, it also went when the fingers fell out of the warm cavern within seconds. “Take your fingers, and insert them….” They paused, grabbing the other’s wet hand and leading it toward Tass’s puckered entrance. “Here…..” pink eyes hungry as they gazed over the male’s twitching hole. As much as they hated to, they looked away but only to meet the other’s face once more. “Nothing else….fail to follow thine instructions….” Leaning closer, his words now trailing directly into the smaller’s ear drum. “And face consequences, understood?” Zilya asked with an authoritative calmness that brought Tassian to a shiver. “Understood?” Their tone tighter now, more aggressive, inpatient, as they awaited confirmation.

“U-Understood…” Tassian could hardly breathe, between being light headed from blood loss and euphoria. The Jackalope reached between his thighs and with slickened digits, pushed through his cheeks and started to tease and work his hole. His eyes slid shut, tight, squeezed with force, Zilya glared.

“Look at me,” voice commanding, almost cold. Tassian slowly slipped his orange orbs back open, only for his eyebrows to fold upward.

“H-Hn…I f-feel so…l-lewd…please Zilya….” Their gazes never broke, and the vampire’s lips spread into a thin, but satisfied smirk.

“I love the way my name sounds from thine lips….” They expressed this in more of a relieved sigh, than solid words. Zilya’s own lidded gaze sweeping upon his conquest’s movements. “Just stay like that, my dove,” licking their lips they reached down within the the pile of discarded clothing. Out they pulled from the inside of their crumpled jacket, that same, feather.

“Z-Z…?” Tassian questioned nervously, but unable to express himself properly as he felt his fingers massaging and wiggling inside his own body, length twitching and leaking against his stomach.

“I was considering a little treat for you, treasure, what do you say?” Licking their lips hungrily. “Don’t you want to feel really good?” The words were so tantalizing while they left the creature’s mouth and as Tassian watched with his glossy orange orbs, Zilya twisted and turned the familiar feather he had become acquainted to a few days prior. Looking between it, Zilya and trying to keep his eyes open as he pushed his fingers in and out of himself, all he could do was whimper pathetically in response.

“H-hAh ~…” silently inviting the other forward, Zilya leaned in, watching intently swiping the feather across his nostrils in a quick, teasing motion. It beckoned forth that feeling. That prickle, the static of an oncoming storm.

“Say please,” Zilya demanded gently, voice a bit tender as they leaned in close.

“Hnn….” It wasn’t that Tassian didn’t want to answer, it’s that he found himself at a cross roads of being unable to speak without finding himself fighting for his life not to blow. His nose scrunched, and his head tightened. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before it was to come flying out of him.

“Say, please,” The vampire persisted, causing the smaller male to make a decision. He chose, wisely.

“Please…” Zilya smirked at the success of having such an effect on the smaller male. Licking his lips again, they drew the feather closer once more, pushing and twisting the object into Tassian’s already huffing nose. The flickering gasps of air only causing the feather tendrils to split and tickle his inner walls. Watching the younger squirm helplessly underneath their antics and pleasuring himself was enough to send Zilya over the brink of control.

“Come on little rabbit, I know you have it in there…” praising the struggling Jackalope, leading him through it. “AHT, AHT, don’t get too distracted now, my darling Prey,” goading the black haired male while his fingers continued to twirl and shove the feather across the other’s twitching nose.

Tassian’s breathing hitched, and caught. His eyes watering and he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Actually, he went to open his lips to say something and all that came out was a loud, over due, unfiltered sneeze. “ehh’SCZTIEW!” He sprayed across Zilya’s flickering hand, the pressure that had built within his head finally releasing. It felt entirely too good as he continued to pleasure himself through it.

“Mmh, you can do better than that…” Zilya clicked their tongue with mild disappointment, slipping their body between Tassian’s legs and in between relentlessly tickling at the jackalope’s poor nostrils, that now started to leak, the other hand reached to stroke their length. “Give me something special, puppet,” purring with a lustfilled drawl, pushing the tip of their cock at the other’s fingers, signaling them to move with assertive action.

“Ah-…I-…H-hih’ESCH’iew!!” Releasing them as they came, Tassian felt the reserve of holding back at a loss while they both relished in the desires between them. “S-so full…it’s soo full….Zilya please….” Whimpering, he tried to sniffle his sinuses clear, loudly. “SNDdffF!!” To no use but the fact this was doing something for the vampire, made it acceptable for him to otherwise ditch the efforts.

“Shhh, that’s okay, little dove….feel how full you are…embrace it,” taking in a deep, sultry breath the vampire pushed their way forward, teasing, pricking and poking at his entrance. “I’m about to make you fuller…” Tassian whimpered weakly, the softened object still fluttering across his sensitive face. He blushed, he bit his lower lip, and his reddened nosey dribbled slowly as Zilya’s actions persisted.

“Z-Zily-Hhhhhh…..” his nose stretched and scrunched, another one almost stuck as he himself used what little strength he had left in his sore neck to alleviate it. Almost like a cat rubbing against their owner’s leg, the Jackalope pushed and nuzzled the feather, praying to get the stubborn sneeze out. In time Zilya watched this motion, sucking their lower lip with blissful agony, they couldn’t take it anymore.

Zilya plunged deep within the small male, who cried out in pleasure only for his echoing sounds to be cut off with an explosion. His body tightened, muscles clasped around the vampire’s hard, thrusting cock, they shuddered. A mistral cloud of saliva fell upon their flesh and Zilya’s delicate breaths became labored inhales and shaky exhales. Hips snapped forward to soak their cock in convulsions while Tassian spasmed around them. “HIXTTSHH’ieu!” Zilya dropped the feather and brought both their palms under Tass’s tightened jaw, using it as leverage, they also pushed their foreheads together.

“So fucking good for me, aren’t thee?” Their voice almost possessive the way it trickled out of Z’s mouth, the vampire snipped and licked at Tassian’s swollen, wet lips. “My delicious treat,”

“S-so….good,” the submissive repeated, almost completely broken from all the forcible pressure still ailing him.

“Hm, thy like that don’t thee? Like when I make thee release from thine head to thy groin?” The vampire snickered, eyes still casing the jackalope’s twisted face. Pleasured, mouth hanging slightly open, a small wet line that trailed from his left nostril, around his mouth, and down his jaw. “Thy looks so ravishing…certainly thee has another for me?” Never breaking eye contact as they spoke with a shakey, raspy voice. “I’m so close, puppet…” their hands grew tighter as they gripped his head. Tassian’s sinuses still swollen enough that he was almost certain he could oblige. Quickly, almost too quickly the smaller nodded his head in response and waited.

Unexpectedly, Zilya brought their face extremely close, brushing their lips just gently upon one another, dropping a soft, tender kiss, before breaking away. They then used the tip of their own nose to bump and skate past the other’s in a motion almost as light as the feather.

This was far more intimate than what he had pictured, had in mind, expected? He labored, gasping slowly, huffing. Zilya continued his movements, tenderly thrusting himself within the other’s flushed body while working delicately to squeeze one last blow from the melting jackalope.

“Hnnn…hmm….” Tassian focused, his eyes squeezed shut.

“You can do it, my little puppet, I know you can,” egging and encouraging the dark haired male, their bodies starting to glisten with sweat while Zilya’s hips worked to fill and pleasure Tassian’s hole.

“Aaahh…H-..Hh’Ik'shiew!” His throat had tightened up, and his eyes squeezed shut as the sneeze racked through him. Arms flexing and twitching with instinct to cover himself, but the vampire lay in his way.

“There it is, I’m so proud of thee…” Zilya’s eyes sparkled with admiration as their cock pulsed inside Tass’s tightened walls. “Shit…” they hesitated before their hips snapped wildly. “Shit I’m gonna fuckin….cum…fuck…” the jackalope had never heard so many foul words come out the other’s usually eloquent mouth. Tassian reached down and stroked himself loosely, fingers teasing and slipping over his sensitive head.

“M-Me too….” Responding breathlessly as his orange eyes locked onto Zilya’s pleasured expressions, watching their face twist the closer they reached their peak.

“Yeah? My little treasure’s going to blow? Hm? Tell me…tell me, I want to hear thy lips speak it…,” the words that fell out of their mouth were surely commanding but also a hint of desperate, needy.

“You’re going to make me cum, Zilya…” the words that echoed inside of the vampire’s ears were silky, erotic and while the smaller blushed brightly he used a tone that could only be described as utterly sinful.

Zilya’s hips buckled and shoveled themselves deep inside the other’s hole as far back as their cock would reach before spilling over. They continued to pump, loosely, in uncalculated motions while the jackalope continued to jerk his length, before also, completely over flowing himself. “Fuuuuuuuuck…..” Tassian whispered in a long, strained tone, moistened eyes had fallen back inside his head.

The vampire watched with hungry, lidded pupils, their hips still slowly rocking, almost unwilling to pull out. “I don’t want to stop….” They admitted lazily, tired eyes still drinking the other in.

“Then absolutely don’t…” this time Tassian wrapped his legs tightly around the vampire’s waist, ensuring there would be no where for the creature to go. Besides for round two.

“Good” taking the opportunity, Zilya moved to thrust their arms under the other’s motions. Lifting the jackalope’s legs now, they hooked at each of the vampire’s strong arms in a very tightened missionary position, their dribbling cock still hard as it continued to barrel through him.

“F-Fuck…Z-Zilya….” Their foreheads pressed together while lips barely touched one another. Savoring each the other’s hot, ragged breath against their own.

“Say it again…my name…say it again….” they couldn’t get enough. For once, someone wanted them, was desperate for them, was a pathetic mess, for them. The power, the ego. Zilya’s hips snapped harder, faster, as the smaller’s pleas fueled their hunger.

“Zilya….” Tassian carelessly gave in, it mattered not how much it inflated Zilya’s head, or how it made him look in fact. For once the jackalope was finding pleasure in sex, someone on the same wavelength as him.

“Again, ” the vampire growled from deep within the pit of his chest.

“Zilya,” the dark haired male obliged, every time, happy to provide, grateful to serve. He would say it a million times if needed.

“I want to carve the sound of thy voice into my brain…Say. It. Again” they almost spat with a lust fueled rage whilst they commanded more.

“Zillyyyaaa…” His body bounced while the vampire roughly fucked him into the tightened, yet cushioned space of Zilya’s wide coffin. Though it was made with the intention of extra elbow room, it served just enough space to plow the shorter jackalope.

“Shhhhh……it…” shoveling their arms underneath the smaller male now, Zilya hooked themselves around his arms and gripped the jackalope’s sweating and scarred shoulders. They pushed their hips upward once more and came again, this time sure the orange eyed prey would leak from overflow.

Tassian gasped, body tightening around them, he hadn’t felt pleasure like this before, continuous, desirable….it was almost addictive. Dangerously considering never stopping, almost completely hooked. Drunk off the Vampire’s essence and how every inch of motion just felt rightfully connected to him. This would easily become addictive. Tassian knew, this was only the start.

His back arched and he moaned helplessly at the feeling of Zilya’s cum filling him up. His own body succumbing to pleasure as he milked his length for a second orgasm, body pulsating, and twitching under the vampire that was trying to desperately keep themselves from collapsing onto the smaller’s frame.

“If I…don’t stop….” Pulling their twitching, leaking length out from Tass’s greedy hole, they both gasped for air, trying to peel themselves apart. “I never will….thy body is addictive…sweet treasure,” Zilya managed to crack a half smirk from his tired, and spent expression.

“I won’t lie…I’m pretty sure that was the best sex of my life…” finally taking a moment to catch his breath, the jackalope slumped from within the space.

“Me as well,” Zilya admitted, sitting back on their heels they ran their hands up to tie back the locs that had fallen from their once pinned state. Securing it all in a bun with a long stray loc.

“Hey, you don’t need to say that just because I did, you’re like what? 1000?” Chuckling with slight embarrassment. He couldn’t have been that good, surely the vampire had been around the block or two.

“700, and thy would be surprised….but I speak the truth, thee is truly a drug…I worry for thine safety if I can maintain my control,” raising a cocky brow, they snickered followed by a slow bite of their lip.

“W-well….uh…” blushing profusely, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was this immortal creature’s best? A drug? Someone so beautiful….so interesting….liked him? He cleared his throat. “Then, don’t,”

“Don’t control myself?” Zilya was incredibly confused, they’d never met someone like this, what did he mean?

“Yeah, don’t….I’ll be yours but…” now the other was looking away, avoiding eye contact as he stuck himself out on a limb.

“But?” Intrigued with what the other had to offer, Zilya listened closely, looking the other’s nervous body expression over for clues.

“You have to also be mine….” It came out sort of mumbled, not entirely the confidence he’d been going for but there was something so exotic about the immortal that flustered him.

“Deal,” Zilya shrugged simply, reaching a hand out to make it official.

“Deal?” Tassian looked over now, hesitantly, but looked over none the less, and slowly…took the other’s hand, as they shook on it.

“Deal…now get the absolute hells back over here…it’s been centuries I have a lot to make up for,” gripping the back of Tassian’s head the vampire initiated him back in for hours more of newly discovered bliss.

The End

Author’s Notes: OOPS IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY PRIORITIES HAVE BEEN WHACK AF. I’ve been playing Baldur’s Gate like an insatiable beast. WE ALLLLLL KNOW who Zilya is based off okay…..Don’t talk to me T^T anyways this was probably the hottest fic I’ve ever written, personally. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

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[haonote]

Hi sunshine! How’s your week so far? I hope you can have a nice rest by the end of this week. Thank you for writing beautiful stories <3

Can I request wonwoo x on the drive home (a song by niki)? Only if you’re okay with it, of course!

Have a nice day and don’t forget to drink some water! >_<

on the drive home - jeon wonwoo x reader

warnings implied fight? genre angst with a (sort of) happy ending </3 note hi anon <33 my week has been ok, ive been sick which sucks but aside from that it was good, thank u so much 🥹 have a nice day (or night) too! i hope u like this fic it was a bit more angsty than i expected sry :( thx for ur request tho!!!

the drive home was silent. you didn't want to remember why. you didn't want to remember that it was all your fault that the two of you were sitting side by side but felt so distant. you didn't want all your pessimistic thoughts to take over your mind like they always did when you two fought. you didn't want your eyes to water and you didn't want to rest your elbow on the door handle of wonwoo's car as you cried into your hands. you kept your eyes on the road, listening to the sound of the wind outside and the sound of wonwoo's car moving. you knew there would be a day you wouldn't find your home in his arms, but instead in your apartment. you felt like that day would be soon, though you hoped you were wrong.

when you met wonwoo, you had started your first year of college. you started dating during your second. you remembered your first date and your first anniversary. you remembered when he took you to an arcade and won you a stuffed animal from the claw machine. your fourth anniversary was approaching now. you hoped that when it would come you two would still be together. you hoped your love would last until your fifth anniversary, maybe even your sixth. a part of you couldn't help but feel as though your hopes were all in vain.

wonwoo parked the car and you got out. you slowly found your way to the elevator, following wonwoo through teary, blurry eyes. you reached your apartment and wonwoo opened the door for you, still in silence. you dropped your purse on the couch and took off your clothes, changing into a t-shirt before brushing your teeth and slowly making your way to your bed. you were half asleep when you felt wonwoo get into bed beside you. "goodnight." he whispered. "goodnight," you whispered back. "i'm sorry." you turned around and he pulled you into his arms. tears filled your eyes once again, pouring out onto his chest. "it's okay, baby," he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. "i love you." "i love you, too."

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[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 164

I'm crying on the ground. Sobbing with my cat yet again. I feel so peaceful and destroyed at the same time.

Lambcat really said we should start the year with a breakdown huh

I'm gonna hold my breakdown until I talk about the moment.

Lance to the rescue!! Man I love that guy. I also really love how he looks in the panel I put as my pfp. He looks so soft and gentle :')

The interaction between Lance and Lorena is rising my hope that they will still be friends after the chaos ends.

This did caught me off guard lmao 😭 I'm sorry for saying this but is he implying that he has a thick skull because nahh he did himself dirty

Y'ALL IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE (or at least me haha) ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Lance!!! Fighting against his kingdom!!! I'm so proud of him YOU GO LANCE!!!

Huge respect for Lance and his friends tho for CARRYING THAT HUGE PILLAR LIKE WHAT. Remember when I said something along the line of "if Frederick say he's weak while he can carry an entire llama, then I'm terrified of what Lance can do"? Yea this just proved my point.

Also I'm going to keep saying that Lance is going to have a sick scar with that x mark.

I once again wonder what is the legal age for alcohol in cpc? In US and the country I live in, the legal age is 21. But I think it's 18 in UK right? If it's 18 in cpc then that makes sense because Lance is 19 and Blaine is 20 (i'm saying this because of the beer pong comment by Lance's friend)

Sheesh, I hope Leland will be defeated from the king position soon. I don't want anyone to be executed. That would be disturbing.

Oooh!! Syrah and Saffron probably showing their fighting skill in the future episodes??? I hope so!!

Thank you Maria! It's nice to see that The pastel siblings now believe that Frederick truly loves Gwen.

Feeling like your legs are paralyzed whenever you're gonna face something you're terrified of is so real :( you can do it, Frederick! I believe in you!!

LELAND CHILL???? MAN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING. Eat a snickers damnit. You're not you when you're going through a heart break xd

Oh. Okay. Ouch. Massive ow. Y'know when I said how the Monika's room episode and Frederick's monologue about what he wants really hits for me? Well add this to the list because wtfff.

Aww Gwegg :( She kept blaming herself even though it really isn't her fault. What Gwen said is pretty comforting though. Them apologizing to each other </3 It really is the shit when you realize you haven't treat yourself kindly. Like when you keep wondering why everything is wrong then you look at your inner self and go "oh. That's why".

GWEN SAYING "No matter what happens, I'll never let go of you again!" HAJWHSIWBS

INTOOOOO LEELATHAE'S BACKSTORY!!

*cue 1996 batman transition*

Aww the births of The Pastel Siblings! Though Leelathae's thought during each of the births...it breaks my heart :( it seems that she view the births of The Pastel Siblings as a way to apologize for her "mistake" (in which she didn't make any mistake at all), even though it shouldn't be like that at all...

I'm surprised no animals appear at Maria's birth lol. I was really expecting for a deer or birds to suddenly appear haha.

This IS making me a bit worried though. I don't know much about child births and stuff but while it is normal to still feel pain after giving birth, is it possible that there were some complications leading to Leelathae's dead 3 years after giving birth to Gwen and Jamie? I'll let someone more knowledgeable to figure out what is happening with Leelathae since I have no idea at all.

Anyway! Finally, a close up on Pastel Siblings as babies!! I know we've seen them before in the portraits beside Jack's bed, but it's nice to see them clearer.

Initially, I was worried how Leelathae would react to Gwen, but nevermind that

I'm so happy about this scene :') Leelathae realizing how beautiful Gwen is, even calling her the most beautiful in all the land. Also her saying as long as Gwen thinks she's beautiful, then what other people think doesn't matter makes me sob. Mother love is always something so touching.

On the other hand though, it made me a little confused now on why she asked Jack to lock up the children and never let them out. Looking at one of the fast pass episode's thumbnail, maybe it's because of the witch? We're nearing the end and there are still so many questions.

And now, INTO THE PRESENT! And the moment....

*cue 1996 batman transition*

I'M. I'M GONNA CRY. The fact that Gwen doesn't recognize Leelathae?? The fact that they're wearing the same robe???

WHEN LAMBCAT SAID THERE WASN'T ENOUGH GUT PUNCHES, SHE WAS BEING FR. I don't have anything to say about this scene, but at the same time I want to say a lot about this scene. Gwen's mom telling her that she's beautiful, Gwen crying without knowing why, I'm going to cry.

But hey, Gwegg is finally whole again! True love kiss is real after all ^_^ i love how Lambcat does a little spin at the classic true love kiss. But now that Gwen is finally awake...Well, let's just wish her, Frederick, Aurelia, and Celso good luck at dealing with the officially confirmed big bad wolf/serpent, Leland.

We kinda should thank Leland a bit, though. If he wasn't there ripping off all of the thorny veins, Gwen would get pretty hurt if she still wakes up while sitting up

Yooo the newest fast pass being the final chapter of Leelathae's diary? I hope we will have our questions answered!! And the fact that there's a witch in the thumbnail...hm.

That's it for now!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

[writingjjfics]

22 and 41 with bsf!jj where they secretly have romantic feelings<3

☀︎ You can find my summer celebration / prompt list here!

☀︎ Requests are still open!

It was a Saturday night. You spent all day surfing at the beach with JJ and were now at the beach bar finishing dinner.

Kie, Pope, John B, and Sarah were initially supposed to go too but canceled at the last minute to go on dates. You and JJ are the only two in the group who are not together. Although you would like to see it differently. You've had feelings for JJ for a long time but you've never done anything about it. You are best friends and you didn't want to ruin that.

JJ sat across from you, on the other side of the table, and was telling a story about some alien theory he believed in. What he said was complete nonsense, but you loved seeing JJ speak so passionately about something. It made you happy to see him so excited.

Although it was extremely hot a few hours ago, it was now getting colder by the minute. It made you shiver but didn't want to say something about it. You knew you would get an "I told you so" from JJ.

JJ noticed the goosebumps on your arms and stopped mid-sentence.

"I told you to bring a jacket"

"I thought I didn't need it when we left this morning"

JJ rolled his eyes and hesitated for a second. Even if it was your own fault, he didn't want you to be cold and get sick. Rather himself than you. So he took off his own jacket.

"Here", JJ handed his jacket to you. "You can wear mine"

You shook your head. "No Jay, that's yours. I should have just listened to you. My own fault."

"Y/n, can you stop being stubborn for once and just take my jacket."

He looked you straight in the eye with a serious look. A look that gave you butterflies and could make you extremely nervous. Your cheeks were probably already red, so you quickly accepted and put on the jacket.

"Thank you", you muttered softly. JJ chuckled. "It looks good on you"

After a while, you noticed that JJ started rubbing his arms to warm himself.

"You cold?", you asked, feeling guilty for having his jacket.

"Just a little. It's okay tho. Don't worry"

You're not exactly sure when and how you got the confidence, but you got up and walked around the table to where JJ was sitting. "Can you move your chair back a little bit?" you asked innocently. JJ did what you asked and made room for you. You sat on his lap and leaned against his chest. "Now we can warm each other", you chuckled

JJ smiled at you, being slightly uncomfortable at first for not knowing how to act, but gave in after a few seconds and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in closer.

"Plus I'm tired, so thanks for letting me take a nap on you", you joke closing your eyes and acting like you were falling asleep.

"Hm I see, so you're just using me. I see where I stand now", JJ acted hurt and offended. Only if he knew, you thought.

He started tickling you to wake you up, making you giggle. "Jay, Stop!"

"Okay, okay", JJ stopped and held up both hands in surrender. "I'll stop"

You were both laughing and enjoying each other's company for the rest of the night.

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It was dark outside when you and JJ were walking back to the Chateau. You both slept there a lot since your home situations weren't the best.

A loud crack and rumble in the bushes made you jump slightly. "Ew Jay! Did you hear that too?"

JJ laughed at you. It was probably an innocent animal, nothing to worry about, but you looked scared. JJ thought it was adorable. And he could be the hero once again.

"Hold my hand", he held out his hand in your direction. "I'll protect you". It came out more sarcastic than intended, making you laugh and push him away lightly. JJ held out his hand again to let you know he did mean it.

You looked at his hand hesitantly but held it anyway. "Fine, but not because I'm scared"

JJ raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Then what for? I mean, not that I mind", he cleared his throat.

You grinned at him. "Isn't it clear enough yet?"

JJ stopped walking, which automatically made you stop too. He grabbed your other hand too and intertwined both of his hands with yours. Looking you straight in the eyes.

"I always thought my feelings weren't mutual"

"Well, you thought wrong"

JJ grabbed your chin and moved in closer. Brushing his lips gently over yours, before he kissed you.

From now on the Pogues could go on an actual triple date.

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[ira-hydrangea]

Imagine that Master attendant MC is so overworked with her life as a student, babysitter for the AceDeuce Duo, restaurant chef and manager, and with all the extra work that Crowley put on her, that her body gave up and she falls sick.

Due to her sickness, she must rest for at least 2 weeks, but she's still wanted/needed to do things around the school.

So her food souls and fallen angels took measures to make sure their master attendant rest and get well. Master attendant is spoiled while the other are punished.

MC will still insist to go to school until one of their food souls said that they will handle the work. With a twist.

Crowley: Oh. There you are. Where is MC? I want to ask them about...

Peking Duck: Ah. Your Paperworks, yes? Don’t worry, I already finished it, Mr.Crowley.

Crowley: O-oh... I see. Can I see it?

Peking Duck: Now that is the problem, Mr. Crowley. I can’t remember where I put it. Maybe somewhere in the forest? Do forgive me for that but I’m sure you have more than enough time to search for it, right?”

Crowley: Wh-

Peking Duck: Of course, you are. Now, please excuse me, Mr.Crowley. I need to go attend my Master Attendant first. I see you later.

Crowly:...

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Ace: MC! We need your help!

Black Tea: You guys seems to be in hurry...

Ace: Ah! Black Tea! Can you help us to paint some roses? We kinda forget to paint it today.

Deuce: And it was all your fault.

Ace: Hey!

Black Tea: Sure.

Ace: Really?!

Black Tea: Yes. If you are okay with me bringing some friends.

Ace: Bring as many as you like! I see you later.

Later, Black Tea show up with her friend. Yes, who else but the cute little dorm leader from Heartslabyul itself. Riddle just double Ace and Deuce works while also give them a collar as a bonus.

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Grim: MC! Where is my Tuna-

Cookie: You shout one more time and I make sure to make you into a Tuna food.

Grim:...

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The fallens angels have a task to protect their Master Attendant bedroom and make sure nobody manage to cross it and disturb Master Attendant rest. With that intimadating and strong aura. Even the animal around Ramshackle building didn’t want to get near it.

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